Bring hour upon the shattered hour,
Of quitude and bliss.
The moment has arrived,
The falling feathers kiss.
Lay within the human grounds,
Of sought and moral aptitude.
The movements of the earth goes round.
The laws of science prove.
Within the realm of antiquity,
The tortured heart will sway.
Alas another melancholy day.
Away, away, away.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 14th, 2026 05:12
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Comments1
So nicely worded this poem ties together line for line. Not sure but I think you meant (sought) but maybe not. A fave my friend
I meant sought. The other app won't automatically remember the tittles. This one does'nt fix spelling mistakes. I guess AI cant do everything yet. Lol
Thank heavens for that or it will fix us in ways we never intended
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