I cannot help but see through
sentiment; free-wheeling verse,
and lines that without reticence
make sense of me. Though terse,
sensibly. Yet for them, I feel
I am worse, that I’m unheard;
that thought is writ and lost
in written word.
- Author: Reivax Camlost ( Offline)
- Published: January 21st, 2020 19:24
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 27
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