I
am a feeble man
with
hopefull thoughts
I
face my gravestone
THINKING
of
dead poets
their words are restless
and
forever out there
seeking
those in need.
There
in
silence
in the still of the sight
I RiP.
Jul 12, 2024
Jul 12, 2024 at 11:55 AM UTC
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