Through the decades
It was to accept as
No one to blame, but
Me to be ashamed;
A fine, gentle glow
Turned into shattered shadow-
A dreamy, blurred substance
Or a monotone hush!
Life went on with a writhe,
A while
Or the total span of treble sense
In a plain of barren stile.
14/9/08
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