verse on a hill
A known quantity bereft of quality;a name of little beyond its letters,
by road’s shoulder perhaps guide
to openly weep a slippery slope
of once having known someone’s art
yet lay hold naught of their heart
eternally flowing river of kindnesses
shall meander, thoughts ever caress
even when words and faces now drift
a familiar feeling remains here still
years invested this regenerating gift
lines and verse ever ascend that hill
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2024-10-05 at 03:37
Tags Arkayye Crypticbard Galateus
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