Moral pius, elements true,
Of deepness, rath or shades of blue.
The truth I need as love construe.
As a blinded eagle fly’s on through.
Chirp the need, to eat the grass.
From earth as point to hollow cast.
Rest the wick of a candles past.
Its fire the death of you.
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This poem reads as an incantation. It holds magic and flows well off the tongue, well done.
Always appreciated Sorenbarrett.
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good write my friend
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Fabulous rhyme and imagery love your last lines they are powerful. 🌹
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