O'er the world's edge
Where art such wreckage
Scatters into oblivion
Unseen from yonder ledge
From whence battles begin
These wars art fought in
O'er the name of love
Wilst all else rise above
May nothing be left behind
Whence push comes to shove
Be kind and please rewind
Or next wilst come to find
O'er and under unforeseen
Ready thy blade, ever so keen
To go forth first must go back
If thou wish to field the green
Shield again that first attack
May love find what thou lack
O'er the world's edge
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Author:
Nathan Fairchild (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
keen to read more of your work so the future is looking good. welcome in my friend.
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