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Mar 2018
Each day in cotton gloves, the artist works
Perfecting gorgeous flowers made of silk
Harmoniously hued and ever perked
Eternal, unlike fresh ones of their ilk
Meandering back home 'midst evening gloom
Encounters in a sad neglected park
Retiring, non-attention seeking bloom
And feels a stirring of compassion spark
Let's drop her wooly mitt and stoops to touch

Beneath the leaves, dropped petals slowly fade
Lamenting tarnished loveliness nonesuch
Obliquely for a moment two lives braid
Offhand there is no purpose for a glove
Mortality is tantamount to love.
Trying Acrostic Sonnet for awhile. Enjoy!
Daniel
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Daniel  22/M/Philippines
(22/M/Philippines)   
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