Incisively sung,
Blind eyes spell upon me,
See not what I've yet curatively done,
Or haven't set foot upon path to be –
All have reason yet not explained of tongue,
One final push towards becoming free.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
KöltészetMy 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...
