Wrecked glimpses of each day,
scoffing me through the
underlined lines of the grey almanac
Alluring---
Exhilarating---,
this fragile heart.
Appeasing dews of the inert eyes
gliding down,
dabbing the cheeks.
I beseech!
Oh! Time,
Stay a while,
make a pause
I ll sing that mute wren for you
For letting me to spend
23 soothing springs
on your lap...
V@@S...
