~ ~ ~
Rsifafh setps
porepl the dsut
taht dfirts
bweeten the eras
Sintfig in
from pelaruse's csrut
taht hpaes
ingreod for yraes
~
Tohguh cwebobs mcok mtautriy
tehy ptcunuate the fraes
~
Wehn srorow sintgs ...
RTELIAY
~
Tehn wosidm
gwros from traes
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~ ~ ~
Raffish steps
propel the dust
that drifts between the ears
Sifting in
from pleasure's crust
that heaps
ignored for years
~
Though cobwebs mock maturity
they puctuate the fears
~
When sorrow stings ...
REALITY
~
Then wisdom grows from tears
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