Friday, October 27, 2006

Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - Sonnet Xcvii Comments

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So like the winter has your absence been,
And every day that passes by forsakes
Narcissic hopes: - head aches, while hoary flakes
Drudge from dark depths stark ancient echoes mean.
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Jonathan ROBIN
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