Jan 2
The evening flower went into bloom.
A triumph of night,
Against darkening blight.
Yet morning destines it's doom.
By dawn they expire,
Such beauty that shrivels.
And disenchanted heads swivel,
From their fading fire.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
