Classic poem of the day
Life is flying from me, not stopping an hour, and Death is making great strides following my track. The days about me and the days passed over me, are bringing me desolation, and the days to come will be the same surely.
All things that I am bearing in mind, and all things I am in dread of, are keeping me in troubles, in this way one time, in that way another time, so that if I wasn't taking pity on my own self it's long ago I'd have given up my life.
If my dark heart has any sweet t......
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Down in the depths keeping the shadows, Where silence also dwells, A soul that was once made whole, Now softly yells Lost in a storm of tears and agony, A love so vast, now shredded apart Fresh wounds now ache within the heart Still, in the dark Seeds may grow A whisper so faint, a gentle glow Hope's fraile voice, like a distant song Reminding me of where you belong Hold on to your dreams, though battered and bruised As time will heal.. what feels abused Though in every du......
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