Mornings awoken with renewed ebullience
Wanting to lead a Spartan life,
Hoping each day to reach the sky
Falling to the thorns but filled with sang-froid.
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thiS poet maKes iris in wordS
Hoping that life would offer more
To a pitiful soul fallen hard
Lost in the emptiness still searching for something real
Regardless of the pain it would proffer
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thiS poet maKes iris in wordS Hoping that life would offer more To a pitiful soul fallen hard Lost in the emptiness still searching for something real Regardless of the pain it would proffer