EPITAPH OF SPRING by Phil WallingEPITAPH OF SPRING
In the epitaph of a quiet spring
Lives the folly of our lives
Through the pastel echoe frae
The dying love decays,
Between the roses and the door...
Gothic steeple shivers inside my soul
I vision a sorry tale of distress.
Happy go lucky people
In their happy go lucky way...
Aug 1st, 1988
01/30/2005 Author's Note: Peace
Posted on 01/30/2005 Copyright © 2024 Phil Walling
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