Thursday, May 27, 2010

More Couplets

  • The weather seems confused, and the tree sheds its green leaves instead.
    Covet of the souls may be profuse, yet distance makes love for a moment misread.

  • Depart I shall at an unusual altitude; pithy are my thoughts and resolves.
    Disembarked then shall be populace’s attitudes, when all their myths are dissolved.

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