Acquiescence

A Poem by seath

not a word shall flow

nor a glace so dear

from my mouth and eye

for flakes of the year.

not a face of ours

shall be found in glee

for the stir we wear

steals the time, to be

shrouded by the warmth

enthralled thru the night

by whispers of the tides

oh,tireless sweet devoirs.

'tis nil of pertinence

with the coming moon

February's ignorance

shall be spent in gloom.

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Added on January 16, 2014
Last Updated on January 16, 2014

these verses i --- had (carved for),and craved for expression... i owe it to the idealism which is possessed by my consciousness more..

Tranquility