Wind's Scandal
Out, OUT, brief candle!
Stupid rose, wilt for all I care!
Let the children hear the wind's scandal,
and rage with no regard for air.
What will be left, not even their sandals!
Only echoes of devilish dares
that we can hear in the growling vandal:
A fire that knows not what is fair.
Copyright © Joseph Onafeso | Year Posted 2019
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