All that gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots and not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crown less again shall be king
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Doctor who poems
PoetryIt just some random pomes put together and this is my first work so enjoy.
