Poems Part I

A simple collection of my poetry.


5. Magdalene Ardour

Magdalene Ardour

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Penchant for foetid

auteur – the impression of

Magdalene on me.


Mislaid bits my soul thereof

fraught with agony's frst plea.


A winter pall shrouds

night's ardour. Insipid, one

mourns on eves so bleak.


Never daring weep strives one

who never learnt love to seek.

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