No.5
1/28/2004
Copyright © 2004 Loughry
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T'is eleven days since the sine wave did Rise. This morn I awake to its over crest. Sweet relief, normalcy her promise bids. Said crest quite high as thee offer thy best, Along with Mozart and Shakespeare thee slay My reserve, pushing that gentle curve to Its max. Near reaching the peak displayed One year past. No thoughts did vanish of you. Only deepen, mature-- mine sine wave thrives. T'is the choice beat of life which keeps me sane. Thy depth is now known, mine soul it does drive. T'is my choice alone to travel this lane...... ..... Ye with me, even to the edge of doom. ..... Despite tries to us part wielding our brooms.