theSoundofSilverSpoons

I, unhallowed to shallow minds With me sit all shadows aligned An indelicate darkness The cynical sickness of time Deepening the ever widening rift Stolen, a life of innocence As is, the warmth from my lips _________________________ The weight of tears as they fall A singularity of emotion The gravity of words, the pull of my voice Of all things left unsaid, a lasting sigh Released to the breathless beauty before me Beauty forever dancing unto its unknown demise Alike blossoms in bloom, beheld at the mercy of the winds Copyright © 2021 by J.M. England

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Hannah Stilley (1746-1840)

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The Souls of Acheron, 1898

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