Opus 1692

Phillip A. Ellis

Enchanted, I die
   a minuscule death
   and with nothing left
to do but to sigh--

"Prosody may lie
   with shattering breath;
   enchanted, I die
a minuscule death."

Glamours may fade, hie,
   devoid of all depth,
   lie with little depth,
   may cause me to cry--
"Enchanted, I die...."

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