Incredulous One
Oh incredulous one;
dilapidated are the wits
that polished the tongue with opinions
harvested by its compulsions,
held within impetuous views, and twisted truths...
Such a mind
never construes itself as an empty pit
by means of rejection...
Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2015
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