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Poetry By: Alex Sharpe

"Spring-Joy" -- A Poem by Alex Sharpe (C) 2012

Submitted:Oct 28, 2013    Reads: 3    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I heard the spring-joys call my name

At long-last love I would not brave

It does not hear but all the same

And at least if nothing but the truth

Of lives of which I could not save

All but troubled by their youth

When I cannot recall my own name

I heard a desert full of people

There their souls are kindly perched

Lasting forever up upon a steeple

An endless line of which innocence is searched

What clocks tick tick with time

And to my own gapeless name

Whatever something more sincere than mine

But it is softly driving me insane



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