What is a want to my desire
Great rousing of my very ire
Flammable just as fire
No time ever to tire
Tidings in the nick of things
As imminent as our beings
Ends of beginnings
Decend of our endings
Your eyes is such a killing
As every snowdrop end up failing
Eternal as a word so fleeting
As freely as turbulent as wind
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Life and Inspiration
AléatoireWritten here is the result of my random bouts of inspiration. I am a relatively new writer and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologize in advance for my many mistakes, I hope you understand. Thank you. Please enjoy
