Rhyme Rewritten
Since before I could pen my words;
my thought's had always rhymed,
I know it may sound absurd,
it's the place's that I've climbed ....
High into the cloud's,
or on a secluded path ;
obtaining knowledge of,
My Love , anger and wrath....
Though that's not who I am ,
there are parts of me that seem;
whether they been gathering dust or not ;
Always come out with a gleam....
I've sat beside these Beast of change;
like a whisper I do know,
there is nothing that can rearrange;
what deep inside does flow......
Once a way is found to tame,
anger and its toils ;
one has to only claim ;
The Victory of his spoils .....
Original : 10/13/2025 on the app free minded ... just now at 1:42 EST
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