The Recalless Sea

  #1633

Still own thee – still thou art

What surgeons call alive –

Though slipping – slipping I perceive

To thy reportless Grave –

Which question shall I clutch –

What answer wrest from thee

Before thou dost exude away

In the recallless sea?

 

white roses, white rose bud, rose buds, rose's bud

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