Narrow darkness shredded upon light of land,
tracing unique path as resembling perfected fingering hand,
beaming adorn slight bands,
streaming after blind wished strands –
whatever one shall do,
shouldn't one easily succumb beneath wonderous views –
pictures do convey stories to be held in mouthfuls.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
