Treasure Island

Christian Lacdael

(Bury St. Edmunds, England)

Whatever will be


Thorns bared by the prize rose,
Barred scents I longed to know,
Tears go with melody,
Other tastes of beauty,
Not a flawed masterpiece,
Or one's patience teased,
Can re-grey summer skies,
Or make sweet sights be lies,
Our weighty testing world,
Eats away cherished days,
Forgiven with a smile,
Chin held through a trial,
It's not failure to care,
Or weak armor I wear,
A cruel hand but taketh,
What the kinder giveth.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013
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