Was there majestic meaning hidden beneath -
buried in moss sheath,
for all these shards of dilapidated ugliness,
left broken in this chest cavity to heave?
Till,
sugary eyes rest upon these of mine own heart beat -
that is now,
what one as I,
hope time does eventual bequeath.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
ПоэзияMy 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...
