Untitled Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

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No hymn is sung to praise
The beauty now undone by time;
Where once the lauds and gracious
Prose were flung out, as will be
These travesties of nature's levity
Then does all beauty fade, thus
Frail her lovely moments pass away
And crumble like the broken vase
The withered rose upon the wilted stem.

Friday, August 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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L MILTON HANKINS

L MILTON HANKINS

Hico Fayette Co West Virginia
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