Eruditio

Eruditio

A Poem by Swordfish

Does the rose

fall from its thorn;

The tree

 the root thereafter?

For in its state

in woeful scorn

The bees come bumbling after.


A makeshift dream 

in one accord

a mist, a moat of laughter.

In place, a chime

The tool, the time;

To Be

then you're the master.

© 2015 Swordfish


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