RMC

Envelop tulips in sparrow tunes,
no longer are they beautiful.
Just a part in nature of stature
of harmony meant to shine is pitiful.

Everybody wants the stage I rage
in my age that beauty it fades
like the smoke in the atmosphere
chokes us in our place here aflame.

The dirt is drier than many things
in fall, summer and spring
I will laugh as passing stories bring
terror awhile I love denying.

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