Run away grim eyes,
Overrun stormy cloud tides,
Push ahead of eccentric steel rides,
No bow - no abide,
Set upon forces weakening beneath stellar light,
Give withal ever a vengeful fight,
Beyond moaning growls recite,
Dwells an assuring ornate sight.
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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...
