Sonnet n. 5. To Gloria,
Now,
Take my soul, and see another day.
Touch my lips, and break your curse.
Let our demons go do as they may,
For the angels we knew, only made things worse.
I'll rest here, unbound, in dispose of my being.
Let...
Take my soul, and see another day.
Touch my lips, and break your curse.
Let our demons go do as they may,
For the angels we knew, only made things worse.
I'll rest here, unbound, in dispose of my being.
Let...