I'll leave the world;
as it unholds;
my spirit's mind;
of wisdom gold
as soon he leaves;
my opened door
only unlocked
by keys he stored;
for lonesome hours,
and hopeful souls,
enjoyed by nows;
against the wholes.
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Poetry is a sense-blossoming flower that never wilts.
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I'll leave the world;
as it unholds;
my spirit's mind;
of wisdom gold
as soon he leaves;
my opened door
only unlocked
by keys he stored;
for lonesome hours,
and hopeful souls,
enjoyed by nows;
against the wholes.