Yell not mine while in distress,
For NOBODY'S claim such that or this stress!
Destined to be great?
Be calmed at your cold and show mute kindness.
All love is not shown while the world is in fullness,
This race is ran with coldness;
In your thoughts, any with such tenets is heartless,
NOBODY'S touch not good at this caress!
Copyright © Albert Taylor | Year Posted 2022
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