My mind isn't at ease
It has sailed from Salisbury to Atlanta to eclogue of Greenwich
What has religion defamed me into,
I seek the meaning of life;
I had a tree back in the Indian Summers of May,
It had dried and summoned poison in recluse,
It is dead.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
My mind isn't at ease
It has sailed from Salisbury to Atlanta to eclogue of Greenwich
What has religion defamed me into,
I seek the meaning of life;
I had a tree back in the Indian Summers of May,
It had dried and summoned poison in recluse,
It is dead.
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