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Aug 2011
Dark as the moonless night
Cold unlike the burning fire
Disgraceful heart, take heed


Bitter as a poisoned fruit
Filthy unlike the sacred cup
Hatred consumes the soul

Good friends turning into foes
Nations collapsing into two
Envy strikes madness

It’s never too late, my friend
Put this all into an end
Envy - a self pity

Pure as a white cloud
Free unlike a caged bird
A clear conscience

Your heart’s pleasure
(c) Maximilian Montes @ October 7, 2009
'A sorrow of another’s good- Aquinas.'
Maximilian Montes
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