Come, and together we will conquer our fears
we will remain fueled by the echoes of cheers
when we're no longer fractured
a new age is manufactured
Revolutions are built on blood, sweat and tears.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
