Pace minds whirling turns,
over articulated inner shouting spurn,
no matter times set to burn,
hearts reluctant to learn;
copious load of wishes catapulting head space,
bare lines unmet chase.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy 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...
