Arising
The blessed awaken
Shadows now flee A light to forsaken My kiss unto thee This shift allows New questions to rise I'm cutting them down Each subtle, odd lie Expected fresh looks Kept pointed too quick The frozen cry shook My onerous old picks Leave a tip for this poet? RunWrite has chosen to ask for tips. Any donation is made directly to this poet, and is greatly appreciated.![]()
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