Tag: musings
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ASHES AND DUST
Loved in spring, that beautiful roseShe feared to tread on the grass it aroseTrampling on the sacred beauty of lifeFear clenched her, gutting a knifeShe died a little, and then some moreAdjusted a little, they called her maturedHer childish heart no longer criedShe learnt to accept, come what mightThe smiles were forced, no tears…
The Pen Stand 