Is It Poetry
My Love 'Oh' For It - Poem by Is It Poetry
Oh for it my love
so much so at dawn the hand sowed;
he will everywhere find it;
It will wake it the night,
it enfold it in the sky.
means shade into its opinion set,
and I am me, l flown off;
with out demands
that can be it a cloud by day and
the night a pit of.
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