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More and more every hour of each day poetic refuge begins to dim. Candle before flame more and more I begin to grow take belief in our now wasted bond. I feel an end here. Where not one but two are done here. Iam not giving up but given in to our premature bloom and sobering end.

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

This poem is very powerful, but very sad. Thank you for sharing it with us.

[Kat]

Thanks. . unfortunately the most painful moments of our life gives to the inner whims of our secret artists. And for myself, this is all my mind would allow.. utter hopelessness. Even through love.

[Sami Khalil]

A good write...Thank you for sharing,...:)............................