Behind the Folds
Fountain of mercy yet fading away
Valleys of hospitality just sometimes display
Obesity of hope are now emaciating
Pervading of kindness yet vanishing..
Ocean of conflicts may always portray
Ashes of pains are always in bonds
Monument of grandeur may lead astray
The field of opportunities may sometimes run...
The joy of life are feared to be gone
Victory on things exalted the man
The bonds of glory may seldom display
The clusters of beauty illumines the day...
The bunch of laughs may taken away
Yet, candid happiness will always stay.
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2015
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