Friday, 1 March 2013

Content-ion


Beauty, so tempting, so far beyond reach
Unheeding, unhindered: once more to the breach.
This love knows no fetter of reason or sense,
It blunders unthinking in its destruction of men.
Yet...I am a dour old contender, unwieldy and unwise
Like a mouldering old phoenix from the ashes I will rise.

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