Let the Past not be
A thing doomed to repeat.
Oh! Let me Learn- I implore;
From those who came before.
Lest I fall, deep inside-
The bitter Grave, where the Dead reside.
Nothing fights
To regain Life,
So fierce as History.
Ere, I must learn,
So I can turn
A better Grave, for thee.
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Simple Sorrows
PoetryCome fly with me- Such Sorrows within. Come Die with me- The Sanguine Sin Will learn you how to live, Again... -just remember, as you're preparing to leave... ...breathe...- My shorter poems will be in this collection. NOTE- these (and my other po...
