Maybe I'm different to those or thee
Declared with a curse or blessing or free
In wisdom and knowledge of the ancient tree
Beware of what I'm going to be
Angel or devil as you may describe
Confuse as it is, in head may scribe
A mark of unknown doubtful bribe
Ill choose the path of the unseen tribe
May someday I'll know myself well
Of what or where in going to dwell
Could it be in heavenly lightly gale
Or be in infernal fiery trail.
J.H
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Flame Of Souls
PoetryThese poems are not written at the same day or at the same time, each one of them is unique. Their creation time does not have a specific gap, all were created at a random interval because I only write when I strongly feel something. Readers, I hope...
