Here I am, again, drinking and smoking...thinking of you-
What more can a poor man do but praise you for what you have made...
Another free man no longer a slave: to the lusts of life; and all its provision..
From him that was, and all his division..
Into a land flowing with milk and honey:
Let nothing take you away, for in your rest there is a place: a life; a truth; a way.
Don't despair my little pear,
You are so sweet to me.
What a treat, to sit at the feet, of he who is to be.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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There is a touch of sweetness in this poem tempered by a bit of arrogance. Nicely written it has a good flow and feel
Wow, my friend...this is tender, spiritual, and full of gratitude. There’s a strong sense of being released from what once held you and finding peace in something truer. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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