Meandering of Self Destiny
Meandering of Self Destiny
By: Adam M. Snow
Fall I unto thy cold bleak ground;
Grasping life with every pound.
My aching voice does blunder,
When Flesh and Spirit sunder.
Leaving all into oblivious,
With thy feelings of lascivious,
Cursing thy living wonders,
Leaving I into blunders.
Though not I ye should fear:
Nature is what we hear.
Not I whom ye should dare speak:
But be thy love of joyous meek.
A journey ends at ones tree;
Branches spread shadowing thee.
Not a light to touch on tainted ground,
But of thy love whom ye profound.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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