Sta.sh
As torches caged with Autumn pillars
And kept beneath an ivory vault;
As falling leaves, caught in the sipping rain,
Your eyes cry rivers of pleased serenity.
Amidst this wintry scenery,
Man hears your laugh- his heart drops cold
And listens closely for the suit
Of a cappella cricket choirs;
He sees you walk a modest distance,
To pursue, dancing miles at length,
Until rasped souls dress lengthy streets.
But like the water never waits
For Hell's most thirsty beggar,
So too do you refuse my hunger.
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