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The Coming Wind
Organizing each word unpenned,
I gave myself to rhyme
And offered up my humble skills
in thankfulness sublime
Each one a treasure unto me,
with silence on the run
Verses promised and drifting near
-of memories to come
(The New Room: March, 2021)
I gave myself to rhyme
And offered up my humble skills
in thankfulness sublime
Each one a treasure unto me,
with silence on the run
Verses promised and drifting near
-of memories to come
(The New Room: March, 2021)
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The Coming Wind
The Coming Wind