Let it Go
An ache overflows his soul
cries that bore deep holes
Time skirts the crowd’s edges
not the time, the Master alleges
To sympathize
when paralyzed
Let it go for now
vengeance not his to avow
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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