Sits sublimeTemporarily taute
A satisfying balmSuch eye-catching rot!
Such flagrant thirst!Beckoning blushes
Beneath spry demeanorLies a pure poesy
Its life but a fleeting momentEver in search of roots.
This is time sensitive, as I melt into the deep dark crevices of perpetuity. I must admit that I no
Time is spent! The currency is our soul. Sadly, if we are not careful, our spirit is spent too. Sometimes
Just at the momentprickly spines of worryneedle their way intothe presence ofnature’s blithe spirit,Experiences abound…a bird on a rail,the marred
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