Difficult it becomes, the secret of <br />the judgement and metamorphosis of <br />the painted cotton into a stained truth. <br /> <br />To save the present tense. A dangerous <br />crowd of vowels to express the incomplete <br />moment of watery teeth, <br /> <br />so hung, while misspeaking painfully <br />in dyslexic manneo. I would not <br />understand the hour-glass proxy. <br /> <br />An undersized leash to walk <br />with a giant: the magnitude of tragedy <br />overwhelms the path!<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-toast/
