“ A Short Death ” ~ be nocturnal sleep ~

One comes to terms

With nocturnal sleep,

Be cause for concern

It stays as brief keep,

Of enduring sojourn

To enjoy its breadth,

Save in transient term

Be but a short death,

That has us come back

In a day breaking way,

Tho ne’er assured fact

Let wishful thought play,

Thus so for more than a day!

 

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“ A Hidden Pearl ” ~ fated to a shell ~

 

A little girl

Fated to a shell,

A hidden pearl

Enduring dwell

Of transient hell,

Trying to be wise

In destiny’s guise…

 

There’ll be a day

Life in this shell

Be deemed ill fit,

And so give way

To end submit,

As time to reach

Outside oneself,

To start a life

Of venture wide,

Tho trisomy holds

An altered place,

For a little girl         

Fated to a shell,        

Like a hidden pearl!