describe;portray;elaborate.

***
i digress.
emerging more deranged than what literature had in mind.
aye; aye indeed.
what is this?
a template; a clean sheet;

pennings.
of thoughts a-many
and wonders a-plenty
pennings

...yours, ever faithfully:

xiao
supersara
JOELtheNOOB
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...deranged; almost:

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saralauderyin
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...past literature:

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Friday, November 9, 2007

Doth ye Death know Love?

Doth ye Death know Love?
Does separation eternal break thus Love?
Doth ye Death conquer Love?
When all that is left is left only one-sided;
Into the sorry, sorry state that is a mournful loss
And then, a helplessness – incurable, unfathomable
Unexpressed. Unspeakable.
Doth ye Death know Love?

Doth ye Death yearn to learn Love?
A-wonderings, maybe?
After all, so oft quoted, so oft fought for –
It must be sad, that It remains untouchable.
Ye Death, know not Love at all.

A thousand times lives are brought across
Doth ye Death feel no thing of the new absence?
Even with such degree of uninvitation –
Are ye Death oblivious to Love?

And yet creeping still into the unrelentless night
Malice to the unsurrendering Life
Doth ye Death feel no sympathy for the rob of Life?

… Conquered, even the last moment of an unspoken farewell
Ye Death; ye know not Love!

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