![]() Doodling with wordsA Poem by Erudite![]() Enjoy!![]()
Forlorn, I'm stricken with a sense of
Foreboding, as if I know my new made self Isn't up to snuff. As if the good I do Will never be enough. Ah, that's no matter, Says the king. Love yourself, then love others And let all hatred fall by the wayside. Truly I tell you No matter what you choose to do There will be those who criticize But do not hate them. Instead, show them how you've found the truth and light. © 2018 EruditeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() EruditeRiverside, CAAboutGreetings, reader. Please do enjoy this music I've prepared for you, and don't be too bashful to take a peek at some of my writings. My poem titled "Ah, To Float in My Boat" is one of my personal .. more..Writing
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