Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 57: (WHIM) in the B rhyme line

Life’s deep quench so insatiable,

A trail of unrequited whims,

But dreams dear take a pseudonym,

Time’s stealthy elf not tameable,

All brave plans unattainable,

A tiny seed of hope dormant,

Hidden safe from Fate’s play mordant,

Awaits to burst in vernal bloom,

Saying nay to soothsayer’s doom,

Spouting fragrant hues in torrent.

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