Spirt Somber
A heart a soul a waiting
Beating words of windstorms
A firey host leaves a voice
Warming signs giving birth
~
A mind that is wrinkled
Is fully filled with thought
Housed with years of wisdoms
Spirit summons not
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
12/11/21
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