You are on page 1of 1

Paradise, I lost

Midst the mist and woods so green, was my Island of Glee. Twas the place I lived, til the gods got carried away. Times a tiny twerp! He knows not the ache he sways; Pushed me into the seas, sorry, Ive no yacht to sail. Sour is thy brine, O heavens! Sweeter was mine. Searching for a Jacobs ladder, I see my life getting faded. Im not Milton, yet youre my paradise that I lost. 03 September 2013

You might also like