Sunday, March 11, 2018

Hollow As a Flower Valentine

Is a hurricane more merciful
On a whole town
Than time on a body
 
Though looking back they both happen
In a few minutes it seems
A body spinning its cocoon
 
But if it shrivels and glows
It must be a cocoon
It all turns to mush inside
 
With the sheen of a flower
Not reached until
The dying to follow
 
This sailless ship
Who said that youth
Was hollow

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