Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
What manner of man be this,
That lays down his life for a kiss
To protect what he considers bliss
From the foul evils that run amiss.
What strange manner of man be he,
Who gives up his freedom to be free
To choose to ebb and flow like the sea
With the weeping tears of a willow tree.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Very amazing poem is composed in rhyme manner. With the weeping tears of a willow tree this conveys interesting message.
Thank you!
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