Metamorfies-
Chances are chanced;
Beaten are those paths;
Straight way toward the steps;
That race up the hills;
Clouded are those skies;
Heaven high;
When no one ever cries;
Yet! so it ever rains outside;
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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