My weepy
bloodshot skies
make me wonder.
When is everlasting
ever lasting?
I'll close my eyes
to bloodshot skies
and contemplate every lasting
promise.
Never-ending.
Lastly,
promise
of an end where truth
will ever strive, ever soar,
ever last.
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...
