And I'll keep you veiled
And pick you up onto my wings
And soar upon and slight below.
And let you witness
And scope the dainty horizon
And simply have that confession.
And I'll tuck you underneath
And aim down my wings
And there wouldn't be that fission.
And I've just woken up
And saw that fellow wasn't there
And my wings weren't present.
And there I thought
And I might regretfully conclude—
That there wasn't even a mission.
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
