But to Lay in a Field of Sweet William's Flower

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"But to Lay in a Field of Sweet William's Flower"
 
 
Adrift upon clouded mists
  In some distant 
Forever land 
Slipping towards the edge of night 
The beginning of
The valley's end
And the middle of a field of Dianth
Taken then for unsung love
Hand to mouth
With Sweet Williams Flower
And wild heather
Growing thick above
O my heart
My heart beguiled 
My sorrowed 
Purpose undone 
Forget October that spoiled hour
That wretched 
Cursed time
Forget it now and be reborn
A naked crying boy
 

39th Weekly Poetry Contest
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