How long has it been?
Your eyes tired.... drown out from the rain,
has the world turned a cold invidious shoulder en route for you, yet again?
Contemplate the difference between sanity or a sweet line of insane;
Does your whittled heart....
spill secrets even when mouth never comes to part?
Remorseful, hath sealed impart,
selfish wind hardly likes to carry worries far,
best thy try to patch up those deep seeded scars,
replace indefinitely missing pieces with as plentiful lustering stars' holes may bolster.
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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...
