Poetry

Sweet Day

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of earth and sky
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have you closes,
And all must die.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives
But though the whole world turns to coal,
Then Cheifly lives.
By: "Noodles" K. Wilson

Changing

Changing, dancing, leaping, creeping, from Old love into New,
Wondering what I think of you. Unseen dreams and newfound thoughts
Snags and holds fast; no turning back, no letting go, too late to run
Too soon to know if all is well yet time will tell and at night I call your
Name; nothing quite the same; everything rearranging.
And changing.
By: "Noodles" K. Wilson

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