Taint Of Nature Poem by Nana Sampson
Taint Of Nature
the trailing traumas of typified tyranny
and the sailing sun of fortunes glory
blending into a coyly mystery
in life, it happens willy-nilly
today i see my bloom
tomorrow i spell my doom
here i make it boom
there i make it boob
no one could decipher
the unraveled taint of nature
today is faster
tomorrow will be slower
it is up, it will be down, always remember
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