Jan 2021
my days of youth
are not of use
there sought of fused
expected to loose
my essence for truce
my words at ease
for tells,the unseen
my ache within
I am beneath
without reach
are not of use
there sought of fused
expected to loose
my essence for truce
my words at ease
for tells,the unseen
my ache within
I am beneath
without reach
