La belle fleur

by | Apr 10, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments

‘That knowledge, to which, the few aspire
Within our hearts we all desire…’
Though others would deny our worth
We grow. and prosper, from our birth
While Life is but a game of chance
We clasp the future in our hands
An enlightened mind can often be
The pathway to eternity
That impulse -that lives ever on
In music, poetry, words and song.


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