Descry
More beautiful than the harp or desert rose for bearing sharp thorns it is meant to burn for it only pales and songs wither true growth loves Discerns not spurns better to die in the hand of a lover than to lament of dying alone quenched undiscovered
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
