donald sangster brown

Diana And Me

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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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010
Poem Edited: Friday, April 1, 2011

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

    Destiny out of reach, and this is so very true, Donald! Blessings! ! !

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