On these wistful wastes, under forlorn skies
my mist-clad memories were bound to go-and so!
The past would seem a torn and tattered tableau
When Crawling Chaos came to claim The Idiot's Price.
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bygone days blissfully did grace, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Nice piece of poetry, well articulated and penned in poetic diction. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.