Wrote

Where am I going, what yesterday's fair load fallen or not, my strength seems to narrow, a pat on the shoulder, might strengthen my marrow but it is consensus of life, that is herald. This singleness plight, focused like an arrow the bridges seem light, gone over, no scarecrows, as virgins in flight, their virtue in peril my vestige in fright, forgotten, the Pharaoh! Oh, daylight's incite, now calms my apparel no worn-out invite, my thought's nuance, share holds maturity's right, experience' pared note so Freedom's recite ~ is from the heart's care tote! Returns to the fight ~ what e'er gave me Faith . . . wrote!