Friday, February 26, 2016

Hortus InConclusus

Eden opened
Unforeseen;
Souls ensnared
In a dreme.

Ember'd furnace
Soon so cold
Youngling hearts
Sudden old.

The Gate has fallen
Never mend
The Wheel is broken
Summer's end.
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