But Should I Regret?
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1 min readNov 21, 2017
Roses explode
Into crimson pieces;
The air is hot
And sweet,
Worlds collapse,
Cool down,
And die
As I look at the clean-cut
Marble lines
Of her face.
But no tear of sadness
Touches my eyes
And I do not frown
My brow,
For a dozen new
Beautiful worlds
Are born
That same moment