Weaver's Thoughts
Lying in ill warrant still slumbering
Its own age quill rule; restless wandering
In its grandeur, brandish securities
Ought they, beget these magical beauties
4/26 2020
Taken from the poem"Breezing Trees Heard the Whispers of Leaves"
Poetry Contest: Rithimus Divisa 3'
Sponsored By: Gregory R Barden
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