Saturday, September 8, 2012

A Transient Nature

All at once it dawned on me, I am not alone;
The world of sequins shattered like a bone.

A nun in love with an old, forgotten past,
Her father stands with mouth wide open, aghast.

In shambles running through a copse of bramble;
A transient nature, she was left alone to ramble.

Wealth can carry for the fortunate less 'twixt,
Lest the temperance of character be fixed.

Without a word, the selfless gene returns,
Deep down within a horrid fire that burns.


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