Horrendous Epoch
Time is smooth like a bird's chirp drew
Hazy but arranged, strength derive.
With asked waning, something might blew
Time is both blendings where zeal rive.
Hissing us all
With a sound fall.
Dread with dying, but given due
flight boundary briefs or contrive.
We wish for a quick and fair true
can't be found, but thrive to connive
Wings are worn out
To grasp, must doubt.
(Posie)
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Written: June 01, 2022
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