terça-feira, 26 de maio de 2009

Love Prospectors

They had gold in their hands

but favoured it to slip away

squandered through their fingertips

with Providence's awing blow

And they took in its departure

whilst frozen by unseeable zephyr

Their restless quest exposed the polysemous

betise of human passions

Why would they prospect for gold

only to consign it to its own fortune?

In response the invigorating breeze

which exempted it from impoverished fate

announced the sweltering judgement imminency

unalloyed Au alone should survive

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