Sublime and Rhyme
It crept up on me, but I didn't mind.
No one was to blame, so calm and sublime.
I had a firm conviction, that far behind.
Still in sync: never gives credit or rhyme.
Old trees are covered in a layer of frost.
owing to the trembling of their leaves.
Reach from echoes, arms bare prize was lost.
Little Robin profoundly inwardly, grieves
Lost spirits, wandering the ages in despair.
Aimlessly heading down into the darkness.
In hopes of eluding the suffering and care.
Were staring but went on mute sharpness.
My full range of speech and mind is so sublime.
Might not bring you fairness with logic or rhyme.
Written: April 09, 2023
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