Posted by Kay Salady
How the night whispers
Of unscrupulous love
There is no hand
To calm the brow
Nor soft incantation
To alleviate sorrow
Condemn this soul
Posted on December 5, 2012, in poetry and tagged dreams, incantation, love, prison, slumber, sorrow, soul, unscrupulous. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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