At puberty time <br />Autumn led me in, <br />Lit as if from inside a sphere <br />By the light of my heart- <br />Pure and separate <br /> <br />From the light of intellect and senses. <br /> Sculptor of Eternity stain burns not me <br />But what is sourness in me <br />Till what remains of me, <br />The sheer flavour of life- sweetness.<br /><br />yoonoos peerbocus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mango-5/
