A Rhyme for Prime

SAD FORECAST!

dancing to the eulogy of hopes past and gone!

no parting shall peacefully fall, under the searing sun!

when tear vain virtue and rotten plot, the very link of our lifeless knot!

and resounded passions of nights forgot!

lest, when the pain of longing sits,

mend remnant shattered bits!

glue them back, to forge the scene,

of what was then, and would still have been!

and through the porcelain patterns and painted glass,

i see the wishes come by, and pass!

for when i see, ourselves in broom,

i help not but wonder with shaded gloom...

that should this fate, be tainted gray,

i fear i shall be widowed, 'fore come that day!

by:A.r. Bazian

Author's Note

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