I could have been,
A Grecian Urn,
Servile in gratitude,
Another receptacle,
To stow away memories,
In ashes stacked…
Servile in gratitude,
Another receptacle,
To stow away memories,
In ashes stacked…
Or, an Earthen Pot,
Summer's apprentice,
Sweating and,
Doling out sweet water
In cupped hands...
Summer's apprentice,
Sweating and,
Doling out sweet water
In cupped hands...
I could have been yours,
And evermore.
Whacked and cracked open—
To appreciate my innards—
If I were not.
And evermore.
Whacked and cracked open—
To appreciate my innards—
If I were not.
Pity!
Such less seen of so much bared.
Such less seen of so much bared.
The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people. See the link below for more info.
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