Grief, thou that stills me,
turn me over and kill me.
Decaying am I, wrought and still,
which is it thy want me to fill?
Lovely, how lovely the end of my existance,
bleeding my new form, as though it was an instance
forgotten, long forgotten so many years ago
where I came to be, with nought tears to show...
Sacrifice thyself, thou hath said,
bleed out thy life, I hath read;
Decaying in grief, a lovely sacrifice forgotten;
created destroyed, reborn so rotten...
Grief, thou that stills me!
What hath thy given which now fills me?
Forgotten still thou moves on, my friend;
created destroyed, reborn without end...
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Very good
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“If inspiration you seek, find it within your heart, within your soul... Not your mind. What you see, what you write, will become real!”
“Until such a time as I may pass this way again... Fairwell.” - Leo Fox
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“If inspiration you seek, find it within your heart, within your soul... Not your mind. What you see, what you write, will become real!”
“Until such a time as I may pass this way again... Fairwell.” - Leo Fox
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=^.^= <------------Kitty!!
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~I am a poet~
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“If inspiration you seek, find it within your heart, within your soul... Not your mind. What you see, what you write, will become real!”
“Until such a time as I may pass this way again... Fairwell.” - Leo Fox
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~I am a poet~
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“If inspiration you seek, find it within your heart, within your soul... Not your mind. What you see, what you write, will become real!”
“Until such a time as I may pass this way again... Fairwell.” - Leo Fox
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