A Poem on The Horizon, a Happy-sad poem
Fate turns like the spokes of a wheel, When the wheel is broken, The driver descends to replace it with a better, stronger one. Tools of speed will always be replaced, How sad is r How sad their shortness of life, they are like butterflies in the breeze, Beautiful for three days, then quickly swept…
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Victor Verdun is fifty years old. He sits at his desk, thinking and despondent.
For my brother
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