Thy Beauty

thy beauty,

prosody
to parchment

petaline
pan silvery waves

as time
forgets
to squander

the frailest shade
peculiar
of a vespertine avail

assailing
listless seas

sweet aureate
avolens

how verily
i doth adore
thy sighing wells
of svelte
pretense

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