To a Late Poet
An obvious thing is what you decide,
but a pious cling is what you reside.
Why should we abide?
Yea, I have heard the lot of your wail in near cot,
but why then you shall vote?
I have waited for your writing,
Love, but then I found myself sad,
as you were just mad lettering,
I have no more reason for glad.
I am still trying to reveal
everything that hidden to this vision.
Starting by knowing you,
but ended up in meeting God.
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