Placidity and ExcitementA Poem by Gryffyn Rescorla
If I walk into the day composed and serene,
Like a placid lake from which the vital rivers run, Like the striking constant self-sustaining sun, Or the mountaintop where solitude won, To converge into full-gilt resplendent scene, Let not the empire of order fall, By hand of a packed-in, compact ball Of fever boasting wherewithal To conclude the the age of unswept green. © 2016 Gryffyn Rescorla |
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Added on October 20, 2016 Last Updated on October 20, 2016 |