Petals that Weep in their Eyes, Pomona
The pulchritude of Pomona
youth
as a tribute to the goddess of
fruit
carries forward as such beauty
and truth
the knowledge that somehow
against the force
that evil corruption knows
how to mount
deceiving the naïve and
innocent
such as the elders who say
give up!
This is what history has condemned
us to.
Yet in their conscience, a
voice does not stop.
It wearies them it mocks them
and it hurts,
And against the indifference
of adults,
their sweet and whole
emotions seek outlets:
The flower of youth blooms
eternal, wise,
Such as the petals that weep from their eyes.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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