by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Apr 2017 552 Views 6 comments
Letting go
The vagrants call in the shallow night
and they say
Come, work miracles in the land
No bounty awaits in reasoned splendor
But sorrow even for the gifted
Come, work miracles in the land
and they say
Come, work miracles in the land
No bounty awaits in reasoned splendor
But sorrow even for the gifted
Come, work miracles in the land
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Posted: Apr 2017
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Comments (6)
to reason with bees
impossibility
rough
diamond
cut
not unseen
kindled on the plain
spent
wained
night
saw
scroll miracles