O shy maiden, cooking a time-torn dish,
You sail on high seas, always far from beach,
Ensconced in thine lofty principled niche,
When arrive, is not it too late to reach?
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Poise, noise! Rough road of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Victim was killed...thanks for reading this poem