Final Bell
I don’t find time to weave a dream
With golden castles full with fairies
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A pretty stark and despairing read, you really bare yourself in this, your feelings are those empathic to mine and millions of others but your words transcend them into a beautiful artistic achievement such as this. We are all engulfed in our tombs of desperation, but only few see it like you. Good Work
Your endurance is the endurance indeed.I am highly inspired by the poem
Such heartfelt sentiment, may the flags of joy flutter for you!
Pungent poem of life hereafter, Nicely conceived and crafty poem.10