The Tender Sins of EarthA Poem by Paris HladeThe Tender Sins of
Earthf
The Mistakes &
Romantic Sins of Youth Should Be Forgiven &
Never Forgotten.
-P-
When I fulfilled the
rites of airy spring, I did not see the
gift within the gain,
As I was rapt in
wonder
With a gleam
And did not seek a
meaning
In the main
Oh, I was like a
daydream in the hills, When tickled by the
eyelash of my love, I swooned in every
tender sin of Earth, Indifferent to the
sigh of things above
And that is why The essence of a
youth
Is little more than Pollen on a wing
Yet I have come To envy what I see Within the one
Who lives
The rites of spring. © 2023 Paris Hlad |
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Compartment 114
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Added on January 16, 2023 Last Updated on January 16, 2023 AuthorParis HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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