The Sare of Life

The Sare of Life
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Andrew Defrederico - 2020 Jun 03 03:46


Sare of dread be to dawn reality
Fair as I am in bed, a fawn left to see
From under the lean I cry solitude
From plunder to seen I lie with attitude
For as low as I am gone to sleep
I am a sow of one so deep
When daybreak comes to tell
Hear the rake gather so well
Bleed of the rose drip to drip
Read of the prose and lip to lip
I kiss the red of her name
As I miss the dread of the blame
Mystery entice as I swoon
History of mice float like balloon
So down to the grass again
Frown to the glass then
As I am looking through the window
Of my crooking due I will throw