Born To Bleed Onto Eager Page, What Fate Has This Life Decreed
Born bloodied poet, writing of Life, Love, Truth and Hurting
pain, when words come by bits and drabs, instead of by spurting
Nights of heaven watching, earth's canopy of sweeping skies
days with ink and pen toiling, oft 'til soul lets out its cries!
Born to harvest delicious...
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