Nights like these I beg to leave
Songs of sort I plead to heed
Strings of violin in lead
My woe-some heart to be pleased.
Sweat and water like bead
Form on my skin with dire need
Which path is it to lead
Courage indeed I shall need
Glory calls and we heed
Ironbound no longer, but freed
To be rooted no longer and treed
To victory we all agree.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
