This is a sample poem from my second poetry book "Chosen vanities"
These fleeting moments of happiness
Are tinged with foreboding
And tainted with fear
Fear at the coming day
We shall treasure our passing times
However short their duration
Their taste shall be sweet to us
And when they lie broken
We shall learn from their fragility
And stoop among the ruins in which we dwell
And gather the broken fragments of our joys
Of all that has been given us
That none may be lost
(c) Edward Rhodes (2013)
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