Saturday, August 04, 2012

Pansy #1

Whence does our sorrow flow?
What makes it grow and grow?
Rock of ages you are so hard and cruel,
Even down to the diminutive shard.
Is this world coming to its end?
Or beginning to be born again!
Shake the curtains,
Light the candles,
Let the stars spin!


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