
The docile Ephemeral Flower.
A heart of cold and seems of gold,
An Ephemeral flower do I partake
For nothing lasts forever.
And so Deity sake I must pardon my life between thus and then
Of so, Ephemeral, I do de part in social
Territorial, Industrialization.
Trussing in the name of where.
The eater, Believer, Dancer, and fate of all who seem to pour
A golden contacted flower I do dine above the sky tonight
Oh, Ephemeral
Nothing lasts forever.
All Fairy tales begin with Once upon a time
And All Fairy tales will end Happily ever after.
All except the reversed, inversed, Ephemeral
Oh Ephemeral, a Pity and woe.
Nothing lasts forever.
There was a message in there, somewhere, back when I wrote this (to myself, probably in an attempt to chear myself up)- but the confines of my head have lost this information.
I enjoyed this poem, mostly due to the use of the word 'Ephemeral', in fact I took a quick look at dictionary.com to see all possible uses for it and you have integrated it well.
Ephemeral
1. Lasting for a markedly brief time: "There remain some truths too ephemeral to be captured in the cold pages of a court transcript" (Irving R. Kaufman).
2. Living or lasting only for a day, as certain plants or insects do.
n. A markedly short-lived thing.
adj : enduring a very short time; "the ephemeral joys of childhood"; "a passing fancy"; "youth's transient beauty"; "love is transitory but at is eternal"; "fugacious blossoms"
Ref. Dictionary.com