At puberty time
Autumn led me in,
Lit as if from inside a sphere
By the light of my heart-
Pure and separate

From the light of intellect and senses.
Sculptor of Eternity stain burns not me
But what is sourness in me
Till what remains of me,
The sheer flavour of life- sweetness.

yoonoos peerbocus

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