Death walks through the mind's dark woods,
Beautiful as aconite,
A lily-flower in his pale hand
And eyes like moonstones burning bright.
Love walks down heart's corridors
Singing for a crust of bread
All the tales of laughing youth
Who tomorrow will lie dead.
Here two summer metaphors;
For even on a sun-mad day
Laughter breaks into salt tears,
And grave is never far away.
Poem - Ii
Henry Treece
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Poem topics: away, beautiful, dark, death, flower, heart, laughter, never, summer, sun, bright, mind, bread, grave, tomorrow, Valentine's Day, youth, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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