Hastened by the cold is winter dealing swiftly with denial,
Hatred forces mildly, hinting at mortuaries, and graves.
Heaving in tatters, filling the ambition, having awkward goals,
When does heaven display a folding and sorting of goals?
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''Hatred forces mildly, hinting at mortuaries, and graves. Heaving in tatters, filling the ambition, having awkward goals, When does heaven display a folding and sorting of goals? '' very lovely poem, indeed..10++
a beautiful and meaningful poem..10+++