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There, is a space.
What convection would suit?
My thoughts would reel,
outward, at what was meant forsooth…
…this evil thing;
honesty in duplicity, such vileness.
Such ubiquitous black veils,
utter callousness.
Grandiose guise beguiling,
ever so, that godly eloquence,
in flight, shall be marred
on dew drops of that moon of the morn’.
Happy tears, elated
quandary in iridescence;
honesty enshrined,
betwixt peculiar coalescence.
Written 2012-07-20 © J. Dobbins
My thoughts would reel,
outward, at what was meant forsooth…
…this evil thing;
honesty in duplicity, such vileness.
Such ubiquitous black veils,
utter callousness.
Grandiose guise beguiling,
ever so, that godly eloquence,
in flight, shall be marred
on dew drops of that moon of the morn’.
Happy tears, elated
quandary in iridescence;
honesty enshrined,
betwixt peculiar coalescence.
Written 2012-07-20 © J. Dobbins
Published 1st Aug 2012
| Edited 21st Sep 2012
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13th Sep 2012 6:16am
The big words are to much here. Makes it a complicated read. One that yes I understand but it's not engaging to me at least. But the meaning is of course great
