Dearth-filled gaiety
paints my body’s outward frame —
death’s death brings me life1
© rl busséll 2019 – All rights reserved
- Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, — Sonnet CXLVI – William Shakespeare ↩
Dearth-filled gaiety
paints my body’s outward frame —
death’s death brings me life1
© rl busséll 2019 – All rights reserved