Old Poem, Written Age 15

I have these
Fugitive visions

They come and go like
Dappled sunlight through windblown leaves

I see you in them
I seem us in them

But the fantasy that burns within me
Burns out

Before I ever

Get a chance

To see your face

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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