On the Tip of My Tongue
Truth is hung on the tip of my tongue;
It speaks the fear that I may die young
Before I know the depth of my Soul-
And all poems I've yet begun!
What will we find on the Other Side:
A place of Love or land of Lies;
A Realm of tears in Sorrow cries;
Or a World of Woe in heavy sighs?
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