Thou Heart

Should I ask for the dust?
Thou heart more lonely and more temperate:
Soft wind does string the handling of June,
As a lil kid leapt through the time

A blue window soaring free,
“Shall I share thee on an Autumn’s day?”
In me, thou heart’s the twilight of such day
As after the sunny’s journey in the west;

By chance, a bird crossed over through thou lip
Compare thee, when look behind eyelids
“It’s a brown day,” thee yelled on thy

This thou heart, that thee loved:
Feel so sad when losing
Like so glad when having