What’s the opposite of truth and love?
It’s the shining light from up above.
The truth is not shown but brightly glares.
The love feels warm from sunshine flares.
What’s the opposite of lives and lies?
It’s the whining site of the heartfelt cries.
The lives of evils bring death to us all.
The lies are nothing no matter how small.
Another poem of two, four-lined stanzas of eight syllables with aabb pattern.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…