donald sangster brown

Diana And Me - Poem by donald sangster brown

beautiful prisoner
desirable creature
accepting confines to
rigid constraints of status
envied for beauty
hiding to be free
humble lowly bushboy
sitting by the streets
pondering the infinite
yearning for a love seemed
destined out of reach
why this sad intelligence?
i percieve a reality and hurt
yet must accept
providence necessary brutality.

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  • Clarence Prince (6/14/2012 1:48:00 PM)

    Destiny out of reach, and this is so very true, Donald! Blessings! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, April 1, 2011

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