The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 03, Feb 2017 | 页面 14
The Amethyst
Time explicit and fain around, Milieu stiffed, leaves fall down Scene senses elf so tranquil, Sprites revolve colossal ground. Scarlet autumn sun so bright, And, light Bardolino land-shade,‘ f eve, Emerald cloud, woods giant-high and might, Nature naturism is so beauty, that Mournful breeze would yearn to leave. Concoct this- sense and thoughts‘ f her, What raiment to kernel soul is-, Prodigious brain as‘ f and for you, Nohow I know to hold my breath In search‘ f thee, O &# 39; Miss‘ t kept aflew, Here this vision, sotto voce air phew said-‘ T is thee my eyes fore laid. Lost the real when‘ t comes to you, In the virtual sketch now I‘ m Drawing thee in the hazel airy stream, Painting my Peri in the blue- all anew.
So samite so Sloane, O ' morning dame, And young and sound and sane, Dulcet lips so curls Stygian prize
Pen as light- thy gelid face eulogize; Amethyst the heart red so violet
Rate the blood in the raw- we met; Pounding, throbbing cloud nine
Silken-Silhouette in light low shade-Out and out glom sense‘ f mine. Thou au naturel shoeless touch Rosy flavour‘ n blushful mist has all so much, On the magisterial blue-gray bed‘ f sky
Like a cuddling soft jaybird fly. No ken‘ f men or tellurian
Odd mind‘ f none can suss thy shrine presence;
Relic the souls for clock and carve, as bliss, The convivial fortuity‘ f love on Capstones and brows and in the ocean ' s abyss, Figures us shield and scabbard’ s sword,