Grapping, clutching, prying
All mortal hands
Are this way
They see what threads the silks
And they grope
Not only grope, tear, rend, kill
And they will say they did not mean for this
Say that they wish for the world to be how it once was
The ones who broke it being so selfish as to demand a better place to live,
When they broke it.
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Poetry
Aktuelle LiteraturVarious poems about all sorts of things, nature, romances, ill-fated and beautiful ones, pain, death, open-hearted caverns and tight ones. The long and short of it... The poems could be about literally anything. Some of the content may be a little...
