Titles TimeA Poem by JoelOnly in minds of mortal ones seeking.. Find what they lack as it wanes slowly through toward the bitter end How then can it be what else is there what more and who does it settle within and where then should it end to begin again Near then the end is said to be without finish polished, traded for a better place each, these days lingers longing still even in silence ringing in the air there, again
© 2016 Joel |
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