Lee Hepworth Poems

I want to grow up for another
to cast away my wings and no-longer fly.
Wherein I’ll see no more waterfalls painted in the sky, -
or the swimming pools of imagination;
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A little while longer, let me harass my heart,
and invite thoughts to play the way they used to,
Had I but not rested near the spot you lay
moonless in the shadows without twilight I would become.
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So came of the dying Rose
of his weak petals—abeast
on the tongues of serpents.
To contain the array of decaying words, -
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