The earth is teeming with delights!
We have a few, but want them all.
They beckon with a siren call
And offer solace in the night.
But o the folly, o the fright!
Awakening upon the worst,
We find our hoped-for blessings cursed;
Our choices hasty and unwise…
But we can choose the Spirit’s eyes
And focus on the Heavens first!
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Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 29 (FRIGHT) This week, it’s the A rhyme line.
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