All smoke
dissipating mist
things that were spoke
the promise that was kissed
the things you hold dear
the tongue so weak
the heart wails with a tear
unable to write what I can't speak
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 20th, 2023 16:17
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''Verba volant, scripta manent''
that's why we ink, endure
one more scribbled syllable
to stain existence with our worth
validate, this amalgamation
of breath, laughter, tears, pain, love
and so much more
as a life, lived
with all we had to give!
onwards, 'and miles to go before we sleep'
till that bell toll lets us know
we've done enough, time to rest...
onwards, my kind friend
stay strong!
Thanks L.B. your comments are highly valued . Your encouragement is most appreciated.
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