More subtle in reality of yore
dappled things,
of thought so insidious
this world at midnight lease,
of pluck'd parsley half-way between
the carpet upon, my love,
of first frost her falling
winter snow;
beside the bed of oak, outspread in
leaves of autumn, a broccoli,
of fealty's Apollo at my door,
heaven hath her golden bough
in the tree, of wild hunches
thy iron car at Matilda's farm,
mere wild wagoner's wheel in rust,
of what the star in secret
influence comment:
waded lots of wonton mire among
a thousand roses, farewell!
like to the lark at break of day arise,
small minions upon the sand dunes,
weighed down by my bagpies, less by love
be look'd than by loving looks depart;
better off my mind e'ery flower upon
a barren heath unto my shipwreck'd dreams.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, January 25,2017.6: 46: 51: 56 PM
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