Unfurl, reap, and plentitude,
I do declare in solitude.
The mind its tears a fragment of,
Divine the spirit, giving love.
My heart, its boxed.
As a frozen clock,
And time beckons from above.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 8th, 2025 06:56
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Comments1
A gem this poem is a small grain of the truth. Well written
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