I’ve seen dark eyes
Of imminent oblivion,
I’ve felt the warm breath
Of the hounds of death
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it's strange how despair create utmost beauty at for those who read about despair in a wonderful poem such as this and if the bloom of pure happiness never comes then it never comes
Hang in there Uriah, around every corner, there could be a special person, just right for you. Good hunting. Love Ernestine XXX
Oh man, you sure write it well. A slice of the life, the hope and the game.
I hope you find those fields Uriah............you will if you keep looking! (but remember you can't find it if you call off the search.) I just love your poems so much. Another wonderful poem showing one man's desperate search for happiness. Sincerely, Mary
Dear Uriah, This is a poem worthy of the name. regards, Sandra