In a room enclosed, all paneled walls—dark and dim,
I sat vegetative: all lost to world, grave and grim.
Deep inside my own self, my pneuma did pray to Earth
For all it had, it felt the ground to be its only berth.
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Another nice poem Doinvite good poets to read Select your readers not MAKANWALAS You read me I will too kind. Very few compose poetry All seemingly are in a hurried rat race AH SEE I am the BEST kind... There are quite a few who just bribe many smile TC VS.
Closed! ! Enclosed! Facing righteous works; Heavenly care! ! ! Muse of righteous laws. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.