A slumber will my old, tattered spirit seal
I will have no human love, hate, grudge or fears
I will become a thing like any other thing on earth that cannot feel
Or hear the touch of rushing earthy years
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A slumber will my old, tattered spirit seal I will have no human love, hate, grudge or fears I will become a thing like any other thing on earth that cannot feel Or hear the touch of rushing earthy years by.......so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem shared.
Nero, such a well penned poem👍👍👍