Frail Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Frail
Frail is the seed of earth
With every falling's time
Day and day by growing's worth
Till it reaches prime
Fair but frail like every rose
That into the morning shines
Away your petal then goes
As fate draws its wilting lines
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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5/10/2024 8:42:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely done. Though short, it has great detail which is more than what i can say for some poets on here, sometimes including myself. :) Best of luck! Elizabeth