There will be no elegy being pronounced
There will be no drips being released.
I'll be the first of my penchant
I'll be the drink for its thirst.
No more taking in the blunt humid
No more being deprived and famished.
Pledging for the inevitable pleasure
Pledging for a never-ending series.
There will be compliments everywhere
There will be all kinds of our favorites.
And there you'll stand, aimed and see
And there you'll stand, smiling at me.
You'll may approach, grasping my hand—
You'll may approach, ignoring that accustomed fear.
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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...
