Dances she upon the breezeOf his exhaled and infinite satisfied dreams,With sun scorching pity on her paper heart,So ripped and lost in explosive perfumeWhere her soul creeps in silence,In shadows and void.Waste and void,Waste and void,Waste and void and her...
wasted
101 wasted words
"A Roman said it in 2 words; someone else in 3: seize the day! We know it, yet still run out of ti..."
We have tonight, my lover said, To write a poem A poem to write Without a wasted word? said I Said I, said I, said I * Precisely so, my lover said, A hundred words And one besides 'Tis not...