Perception of Decadence
Decadent desirous perception
of unaltered vagrant conscious thought
why hast time forgotten thou thy secrets?
Canst not one be as the heights
which come and go as summer
nights hidden intimacies-
I came upon the doors of realities shelter
but amongst the thorns of time
therein my tears deceived me
the pain receded but to what means?
My life as the rose in Winters death
but lies sleeping for a moment
and with the Springs warmth
gives naught but its beauty
diminished not with the days end
and ever more beautiful is the fragrance
within its hidden soul-
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