Secret Truth
Lightly the young girl dances
around a bonfire; proud of her prized wisdom
While the old man humbly weeps
over all the things unknown; ever, now and hence.
Surely the innocent fawn prances
haughty and ignorant of the looming doom
as the hollow-eyed, huntsman peeps
through the dense foliage of iron-wrought prudence.
Mae Foreman
Sun 31st Mar 2019 13:31
Thank you Reinholtz! ?