Tuition of the will,
Like a medicinal drop of rain,
Morning to night till,
The world repeats again.
Take my hand, I will walk u through.
The midnight darkness,
And sunrise too.
My pet, my child, my silver sword,
I wish this life receives reward.
Upon the frosty hazy clouds,
Ambition and the might goes round.
Walk with me, in lazy ponds,
As nature bounds, with pointy claws.
And people live, instead to find,
The most curious of all mankind.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2026 05:35
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Comments1
It seems to me this poem could be about imagination and memory with all that emotion that goes with it. A lovely write
Thank you
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