Evening Starlight Poem by Dijon Noble

She who is the nectar of the flower of innocence imbued with the regenerative scent of women, but a cold wind from a short distance brought decay with swiftness.

Lush things grow decrepit but eyes tend to turn away from signs that show lessons, sweet things in the past will cause bitter times for the whole of mankind, his ideals have changed but the mind of mankind has remained the same.

Consider how beauty that enters the eye may bring ugly thoughts to the mind, frustration is the worse impulse oppressive to some, until it compels itself to be acted upon.

A growing woman is like a flower having diverse directions but without the light of the Sun it cannot move, and is at the mercy of parasites with intent to consume.

What is the worth of infertile soil something that sees itself as worthless has no meaningful purpose, so she became broken extensively and has died on the inside but altogether remains lovely on the surface.






~Dijon Noble~