The Staff of AllA Poem by MaximooJust a little something I was thinking of in the shower :)
The staff of all calls to me
Beckons me Invites me All power it holds All greatness it bestows All mistakes it corrects All hope it contains And here it is Right in front of me I grab it It grabs back I wake up And search for it once again But then again I didn't write this poem Reality did
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Added on February 4, 2018 Last Updated on February 4, 2018 |