mardi 15 juin 2010

purify me


purify me said the man to fountain's glance of milk

purity you give me, watering eyes, butterflies,

is as sweet as butter to breakfast in the grass

they can not understand, these people of my mind

any other pure thing than cutting edge of swords

and if I had a crown

I would demonstrate wisdom

but I need a bath, and I have sweat on my arms

and my legs of wandering alone and no other

crime but instant crowne when I dive on you


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