4.02.2014

Aim: Beauty

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The one poem I will have spoken
Will be but once, not written, but made
Unrepeated, once uttered will fade
And a surely as silence was by it broken
It will once again be as dumb as the sod
An as nightengale-song is with fleeting shod
It will be remembered only by God.

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