AUGUST UMBER
In wealth and woe
Be still my heart
Which you may see rumbling within me
Thy potent voice
Silken off your tongue
Holier lustre heaven
Sitteth in your eyes
Benignant August umber
An awe creating guise
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Lost
PoetryOne day the parasite in my chest That scratches and pest Will eat its way out & leave me to rest O N G O I NG 2018