Contempt
I will say & nbsp; about the wind, & nbsp; & nbsp; stormy & nbsp; clouds,
about bitterness, & nbsp; insomnia, friends & nbsp;
betrayed or & nbsp; just & nbsp; dead,
say I can about & nbsp; feelings & nbsp; burned out.
Looking in & nbsp; window: & nbsp; path & nbsp; & nbsp; clouds & nbsp; change,
blossoms & nbsp; branches, & nbsp; & nbsp; glare & nbsp; & nbsp; in & nbsp; Cup & nbsp; tea –
about & nbsp; swell & nbsp; & nbsp; soft yellow & nbsp; tell,
but how do I about contempt & nbsp;say?
My & nbsp; tea & nbsp; is cold, and & nbsp; twilight & nbsp; long ago,
and darkened light & nbsp;window,
and & nbsp; look out in & nbsp; him & nbsp; I do not dare,
cold & nbsp; tea & nbsp; swallowing, & nbsp; burn.
throwing into & nbsp; darkness & nbsp; all that is now not happy...
Simple sonnets
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