Sometimes I wonder why I stall
At things I do suspect,
Yet all I do is cringe and whine
At things I do forget.
He laughs and steals and hides from me.
The truth I wish to find.
Forget now holds my secret key,
The key that's to my mind.
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A Sun's Third Face
PoesíaHere it is, the 2nd batch of poems after the Flight of Time. Enjoy ;)
