Age ripens on shriveled vines of hope
In the draught of despair only weeds grow
Desire's bent plough skips across steal ground of time
That clouded eye's regretful tears do little to soften
Dry dreams no longer sprout
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 8th, 2025 05:14
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