Ode To Weariness
Even though it has been long yore,
time immemorial through unwillingness,
even though life can still may lure,
us how, somehow we should not loose such awareness,
of selves for that is a loss of touch,
and feeling that if it continues to weariness,
of course, habit forever will hold the heart.
A wearied abyss remained wild,
if you want to remain anyhow awhile,
within a non don't mind,
wind is a weather and there is a style,
now, proffer a thing of spiciness,
to exorcise dullness of life,
one thing with our conditions is forges.
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