The Passing Of Virtue Poem by Ike Khan

The Passing Of Virtue



You linger, seemly posed, perchance
To stray the eye with side-long glance
Yet such applied with innocence
Not to affect nor to entrance;
I see.

The subtle gesture of the prow
The tacit promise to endow
Not grasping what nor knowing how
Yet countenance shall disavow;
I see.

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Ike Khan

Ike Khan

London, England
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