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dreaming_myself_away_by_bellatina

SHUDDERING OF PAIN

 

By earnest studious, by thoughtfulness

my life has been made up

quietly bestowed on faith

peaceful and innocent increasing

my knowledge day by day.

 

Fair is not the oath of Virginity

or the clear shelter before your birth

that holds and cherish all burdens

arising before your first love

and your first cry of mirth.

 

While thus suffering under my body,

a tortured soul by some black trouble

but with an intense absorption

of all visible objects in the world

still I feel the sun burning upon my face.

 

Within that gleam ,a secret token

nervously viewed as a happy shadow

set on my naked feature, my bare forehead

and marked with a quiet beam

to speak for my lips, shuddering of pain.

April 2016 ©k.c.