Pride

O, what is pride That we holdeth onto it. 'Tis as dew naked in the sunlight, A beautified bouquet, fresh trim'd, A flickering flame in the roaring rain.. A mere feeble flamboyance; That withers as swiftly as breeze through our fingers.. O, what is pride That we holdeth onto it. -AfterTim- http://aftertim.tumblr.com