Drowning Man

 

Beautiful serenity,

No time for appreciation,

Of every smiling snowdrop,

That gives a condemnation,

To he who would wander softly

Into inevitable destruction,

In a broken promise mayday field,

Of elegant seduction,

And even when admitting,

His ever growing flaws,

Redemption is unheard of,

He is forced to clutch at straws.

The End

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