What flourishes today, doth perish tomorrow
Beauty that struck me blind, doth wane in a whirlwind
Pride, that once pierced the sky, doth travel to purgatory.
Thy soul, why thou then despair thus and wail
As sure as the day follows the night
Thy tears shalt be wiped out with mirth.
(Written on 9/20/12)
My Imaginarium 