With injured mood,
and heavy heart,
my mind does brood,
as soul departs,
from love ne’er found,
mere trickery,
of clocks o’er wound,
to life’s cruel frippery.
Nature’s folly,
plays the part,
as Venus mocks,
with thorned heart.
Hormones compound,
to taunt the soul,
where loneliness,
doeth fill the whole.
© Emptiness 26.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Venus over Witton Lakes (Photo credit: ringsofsaturnrock)
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