when did that rose, which knew no autumn, died
where were you last night? from whom did you hide?
find out where evil finds the way to heart
where you lost yourself? where will you now start?
where will you seek your friends whom you betrayed?
for withering awesomeness, was this fine trade?
why all this, which should not have been, was there?
what price glory? beauteous faces? flare?
a little beetle it might be, behold!
ne'er firefly looks up for sunlight in cold!
the nightingale which sings in trees is shade
and be it sweet to ears, it is to fade!
and moon, it wanders in its embellished lands!
yet never for those lonesome stars, it stands!
I am deeply interested about the comments about the versification adopted
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love ur poem
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