Flamingos: A Sonnet

When this wild world treats in ferocious rage,

Gentle souls who wish for bless'd peace

Seek naught save prospects to turn a page,

Fain to quit tumult for succor's sure increase

As, swathed in blissful nativity's deep tenderness

Beneath mountains mirrored in cold lake shores,

Life's ravages settle like flamingos of slenderness,

Their fire eyes burnin...

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