Thursday, December 24, 2015

"Images of last resort"

The young will always start with hope and purest of intentions
Then the wit does come to break apart all life's conventions
Fashioning, and fancy dress, what of all pomp and styles
Time will wash away with tidal wave of childhood smiles
Engaged in dancing of the spheres, the swirling nature taunts
There comes alive in all of this the loving avalanche


© 2012 whickwithy

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