środa, 10 kwietnia 2013

Challenge 2 (8) / DOWN by the bony gardens

DOWN by the bony gardens my love not I did meet;
Death passed the salley coffins with little snow-white treat.
She bid me kill love easy, as dry leaves grow on a dead tree;
But I, staying young and foolish, before her would not flee.
In a field under the river my death and I did land,
And on my freezing shoulder she laid someone's snow-white hand.
She made me take life quickly, as the grass dies on the weirs;
Since I was young or foolish, and now passing, full of tears.

Find a short poem (one page or less) that you love. Cross out every fourth word. Replace the crossed out words with your own choices.

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