DEEMED TO DOOM

                                                

  The tinge of rosemary, sandal and lavender,

  All play their parts and wander...

The Soul, relishes like a 'Dog in the manger'.

But now... 'the essence’, gone with the wind!

Leaving no traces on which the fate has grinned...

Poor Soul, what is it searching for?!

When the pleasant moments have gone so FAR...

Merry thoughts lingering in the Minds,

 But the Soul unaware of its hideous kinds.

Though, too scared of the bond that binds.

This irony for ‘ever’ darts.

Because save it! Ones love never lasts.

Soon the tornado blows,

Until the Doomsday it flows...

With love,

Rae