The Thorns of Time
How gentle the thorns of time
Pierced and dripping we are
From within, fragile the skin
In the bracken bush hidden
Akin, to the daggers, of Julius
behind opaque Curtains and veils backdropped On life,s stage plays ,
of maybe three score and ten.
"mor dyner y drain"
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