May Beauty Last Poem by mark king
May Beauty Last
My ill deed loiter all about
With my bent thoughts doing nothing
As my heart is broken again
Each thought takes its own way
Leaving only doubt and denial
That falls into the weeping place
I held on to a kind of peace
From somewhere deep inside
Taking her last rose and pressing
Its lovely beauty into the book
So its time will pass more slowly
Unlike my ill forgotten deeds-
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