Stranger,
I see you approaching danger.
Stranger,
Your eyes...
They tell me of sorry skies.
I see your resolve for life,
I see your strive.
Stranger,
I see how you pray for danger.
All for it to end!
Oh, Stranger, you are a fool.
But, Stranger,
I see hope for you yet.
Stranger,
You are now known.
02/01/2016
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Melpomene
PoetryHighest Rating: #596 in Poetry! Poetry collection of my own poems. Please enjoy! "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo da Vinci "A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a s...
