It has recently come to my attention that I am a rambler. You, gentle reader, will not be surprised by this, having suffered through my long and boring posts. It is a habit that I, unfortunately, cannot afford to suppress, since it comes in very handy where essays are involved. However, since I am interested in poetry, I must learn when to make use of my gift for gabble, and when to be concise. Hence, an exercise in brevity:
The brief tragic beauty of a flower:
A romantic thought in the minds of dreamers
Who may write lingering elegies to its grace
But only a short while
Before it, too,
withers and dies.
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