sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 19 of 30

on April 23, 2013

What can I do when something so beautiful is so close,

so near to touch, to hold,

and so simple to possess –

when the only payment required would be

to accept a curse of death and sorrows mingled with fear?

To want it, but to never have, nor to hold:

endless temptation and endless pain.

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