Solace Poem by Henry Love

Solace



A kindred spirit in a dying hour
I have no time to dote nor dream
For fate
(That fire of fire)
Is not my theme!  
Pleasant solace upon the mire 
In a life of sand and sin
Through earthly power deprived within
Unravelled pride within a dream

Friday, August 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,life
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