Quatrain of Breaking Molds


Breaking Molds, a delight


Littered with anxiety
without a mood
withheld,

Your frantic eyes sprayed
a look, romantically
jelled.

A crescent moon hangs
over your heart of
gold,

Alas!  When you were
born you broke the
mold.

Yorktown Disciple
2004

Order # 1856

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