Pick-Me-Not
bed of thorns
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When I won't suit in full for love you draw
I'll push on, if core of my soul can flee;
be kind just, to name any Good you saw
in bare one life, for aim you will not be.
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'tis true I veil a face gilt o'er in flaw,
Pull back the skin to bone and all will see:
From hard eyes safe as void runs over raw,
Deny worm can't 'fore busy gods a plea...
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The base of vein to toil each I gave,
Yet 'held You nary pure to ward with Thee.
Thus fire mine grew cold with ev'ry wave
Sent deep into my maw, to end in sea
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... so feel in days I live no glow to save,
As song of joys anew they fail to free,
For no hope now I find to shun my cave
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this game of hide & sigh will bury me
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About the Creator
Ali R. Naqvi
Professional idiot.
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Comments (2)
This is so beautiful. I liked what you wrote. It is clever and captured other worlds.
This feels vintage and new... Nice work...my liege.