A knuckle for a bone.
A blade’s edge for some flesh.
Smiles to frowns,
As time, the devourer gobbles up the experienced;
And the vigorous howl.
Blissful love; unwanted, discarded.
The heart echos, its lonesome howl
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Collection of My Poetry
PoetryEnjoy this collection of my poetry, short and simple, sometimes Long. Feedback is greatly welcomed so.
