collected, unencumbered
we waited once, in vain
for the torrent, and the thunder
for the passion, for the flame
we watch now, and wonder
we watch with swollen veins
how dreadful was the blunder
how convincing was the feign
|
collected, unencumbered
for the torrent, and the thunder
we watch now, and wonder
how dreadful was the blunder
Comments
|
|
|
Our sites: Stories, Critical Poetry, Old Poetry, Quotes, Philosophy, Journals, Role-playing. © Social Design Poem History:
| |