Poem and Poet
Toil, scribble, and all for naught, as from mind to paper is willfully sought.
The holy of holy’s was just hear, swimming in my head so vivid, and clear.
Forever lost in this translation, I humbly submit to you, my best interpretation.
by Edwin Baldwin 12-20-11
Copyright © Edwin Baldwin | Year Posted 2011
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