The Fulcrum Of The World Poem by Tony Adah

The Fulcrum Of The World



A little bird twitters a song
So soft it lifts the soul out of melancholy
And a flower's fragrance spreads like a storm
Giving an ambience to be
But a rotten egg's mal-odor
Tears the nose bridge
Offering a party which only flies enjoy
When good are done
Only a taint of a bad one spoils the show
And that is that fulcrum of the world.

Saturday, January 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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