Barrow of charcoal clouds,
Shadow doleful loner's browse ,
Tell me
Isn't the moon condemned to rise?
And the rancorous sun
To groom all hopes jeopardized?
Seasons past my life
And the joy of all wassailing
Turned out to be an immaculate falderol
Sagely masked to be enrolled
The metaphor of eternal life elludes
The king amongst carnal brutes
No fragrance of delight
Ever flees at tragic height
Pedram,23 June 2011
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