I have made a few alterations this VE anniversary day a minute or two ago,
I am told the poetry's fine by some, enjoyed perused that was their sum and yet this flow.. Through mind and soul I cannot own; not it's depth nor its Whole no more than call my last breath back it’s beyond the pale of life; for this wearied hack' No eye has seen the vista's all' awaiting ears that listen; to the saviours call, no mind conceives the splendour Grand; under control of the Son of man, so are the words that spring from me That are fed by water that flows by the tree, where a brightness dwells not of this Sun where the Word and the Spirit and the Father; say come! © Joe Maverick 5-5-2020
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