Much ado about a lot,
Though not surmised before.
O, a tale of wicked ventures,
Glut and even more.
This open feeding on another
Heart who let love pour.
A dream to fall in love again,
And cry for evermore.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
