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The Artifice
The wind is roaring loud and wild,
But I can sit here with a smile
In the safety of this den
The artifice of many men.
In its shade, a cool serene
With thriving plants and animals seen.
The whispers of the wind are near,
But never make it to her ear.
Do I take her through the hall?
To stand and gaze upon it all?
Beyond the safety of the cage
And risk the natural human rage?
Or perhaps
Not entertain?
And maybe just not play this game?
The game that Time brings to an end.
The kind that only Time can mend.
But, perhaps she will not mind?
While some may scoff at my design
I mean no wrong
I mean no harm
Surely then no evil has been done here?
Fenton Harcourt-Mudd
Where have you been?!!!! Welcome back. Reread 10-03-20: beyond the "den" she marched unescorted, strumbling, trusting learning how to not stumble, not trust. Most return to "den" security, others become Senators or usa prez /vp candidates. She, tutored, is limited by male power fences, alone, she absorbs mentoring then makes the effectual leap. A true and reality based wonder to behold. ~Lady A~
Nice write
Somehow I rwlated it to stark reality. Happy Easters friend
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