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Premium Member What do I do, my soul inquires, abandoned in the shadow of the moment
What do I do, my soul inquires, abandoned in the shadow of the moment,
When the call to move forward is incessantly declared wrong.
My options are as hazy as dreams shattered at the dawn of day,
My inner sight – a lamp in the depths of a...

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Categories: inquires, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things