10.Musings at Midnight
The pen becomes a conduit to my heart,
I let liquid emotions flow...
Be it the mighty tidings high,
or the Sorrow ebbs flowing low...
Be it the Love growing gleefully within,
or Wisdom that old masters show...
I write these lines; hope they touch you there,
Where no arrow can; however fine the bow...
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PoetryA collection of 13 poems, a drug for the desolate, a salve for the disheartened and a respite for those in anguish. . .
