Moonflower

I used to see a bottle
of fragrance, hanging without scent
a bottle significant to many
too few to register.

I used to see a bottle
slowly shineth, of bright silence
time will stop of day despise
too smart to die.

I used to see a bottle
found useful, of hope and trust
denied of the twelve ticks
too long hath passeth.

Now I see the bottle
still up high on shelf, untouched and mysterious
owned by the lucky
yearned by the unfortunate.

Comments

Kevin said…
This is one of the poems that I love the most. I hope you will really enjoy it. Blessed be and a pleasant day.

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