Friday, June 19, 2015

"The living throne"

The words expressed that flutter by
Contend with all of life that I
am merely moving stone
They express a constant thought
Well-rivalled by a will that's wrought
Upon a living throne
Unremarked upon the wind
Undisturbed and underpinned
That will knows more than I
Echoes of some meaning measure
Rise above what vain does treasure
And, so, the flutters die


© 2015 whickwithy


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