Who shalt stand ‘fore flame.
Who shalt play my game.
Sing me a lullaby.
Who shalt be my verse in song,
Who shalt right, my every wrong.
Of tone, bought -sweat,
Of silence, death,
In God, I trust.
I must
Of tune, in set,
Of indrawn breath,
In her, I trust.
I shall.
She shall laugh, in summer;
Behold, there is summer;
She laughs.
From the end –behold,
Beginning, There is truth;
She knows.
White, a colour- ceasing never,
Till doth from bone, soul sever.
A slice of heaven, revel together,
To bare my soul, now forever.
Take my hand,
Lead me on.
Shield me, I pray,
Take my hand,
Lead me on.
Shield me, I pray,
From night to morn.
I will wait, and live,
I will wait to live, what's mine to give
All i own, all I am,
All I will be.
All i can.
Lying in this empty hollow,
Lying, un-won,
Still lying in this empty hollow.
For the lady that owns tomorrow.
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//White, a colour- ceasing never,
Till doth from bone, soul sever.
A slice of heaven, revel together,
To bare my soul, now forever.//
that was good one poet, every one says white as no color but u say white a color and theory of color says it has all colour in it and ur poem too has a hidden truth in it... wish u to write more
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*tear*
Beautiful
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