Story by james mikoto on SoFurry

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#17 of love

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,

With drowsy head and folded wing,

Among the green leaves as they shake

Far down within some shadowy lake,

To me a painted bouquet

Hath been- a most familiar bird-

Taught me my alphabet to say-

To wisp my very earliest word

While in the wild wood I did lie,

A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years

So shake the very Heaven on high

With tumult as they thunder by,

I have no time for idle cares

Through gazing on the unquiet sky.

And when an hour with calmer wings

Its down upon my spirit flings-

That little time with lyre and rhyme

To while away- forbidden things!

My heart would feel to be a crime

Unless it trembled with the strings.


# Atonement At the gates of Hell I stand, Ready to enter as a man, Sought out by the evil here, It shall find me without fear. Upon the road of fire and bone, I'm forced to walk this path alone, Haunted by his face of sin, I begin to doubt I...

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A poets peace.

A voice from the dark called out, 'The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar imagination of disaster. Peace, not only the absence of war.' But peace, like a poem, is not there ahead of itself, can't be imagined...

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I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always say to you We know the fight will never last but still the amount they do I'd like to say I'm sorry for everything I put you through. It kills me when we...

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