Relics of Grace
UNSUPPORTED CODE RELICS OF GRACE
to have been on this
planet prolonged time
and still discern naught,
distinguish… all the pain,
the ebb of dirt, and the
coffers stronghold pull;
observe no grace relics
of buoyant youth;
where perchance all that
now is fungal was filled with
hopeful hues of honey
© Kim van Breda—25 June 2014
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2014
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