“Welt” by Georgia Douglas Johnson


Welt

Georgia Douglas Johnson

Would I might mend the fabric of my youth
That daily flaunts its tatters to my eyes,
Would I might compromise awhile with truth
Until our moon now waxing, wanes and dies.

For I would go a further while with you,
And drain this cup so tantalant and fair
Which meets my parched lips like cooling dew,
Ere time has brushed cold fingers thru my hair!

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TDarris

Thinker. Reader. Writer--- about a plethora of things.

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