Saturday, February 28, 2015

BEAUTY WANES



Composed an art
Binding thousand string supplements
And to wake my forgetfulness
Stretching spectral hues more

Nothing variant to say,
in gory hours, But
to 'nought'
the substance to escape

In fashion
The art was framed
And to death, it flamed
All the elements of life

Nothing to bark
Or to bear, but
An art to compose
And to burn when beauty wanes

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