Poetic Form: Lento Inspired: 2024 February 08 Image: N/A
If I was gifted meant to be, drift o'er the waves a shining sea, shift the limbs and branched canopies, sift the brambles edged a lea. Might this time be of arrogance? Contrite that plagues inheritance, red light districts embarrass us, whites of stars shift in defiance. Be content in doing nothing, A prudent soul would try to sing, The student aimed degree missing, Impudent tongue when found will swing.
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