William Troup

Needs?

Superfluous, the rusting rain,

   is eroding excellence ... a bitter end.

   Sunshine; a need, but little,

      is growing seedlings ... a wasted mend.

 

Superficial, the raining stars,

   are lustful measures ... a carefree spend.

   Overzealous; the needs, but brittle,

      are flailing around ... a careless end.

Comments1

  • Christina S

    I always love the way you write! Beautiful composition!



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