Let us beat
tomorrow's drum
the cadence
of time marching on
And though we who
here yet remain
Let us our voices
of fear be restrained
Let each step
count out the time
measured in
a song sublime
And though you who
have left this plane
do fly away
we yet remain
So look with care
though you are free
Remember us
Remember me
(December 17th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
