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Talent is a firefly, a moment
of light in the dark.
In this land it’s an enormous wait
For the blossom to bear fruit!
Dark shadows a lifelong mate,
Fireflies ever chasing light!
Here talent is never able to bloom
In a convivial bed.
It is an arduous trek to glean
Few sparklers on your palm!
When grey hairs nudge the back
Bones cleave to the coffin!
These thoughts mean little,
A dewdrop on a palsy leaf
Beyond the pale of silence. |
