Treasure Island

michael warburton


John Keats


Oh poet scholar and brilliant man
whose heart and soul yearned for the truth
A gentle flower of intensity
so beautiful in dying youth
Those dreamy fronds on Summer's eve
acknowledge the fragrance of your time
As was then and still is now
for we whose lives are loves entwine

Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012
Edited: Monday, March 26, 2012

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