For so long she is at war with the world and every living soul on it
For long have I battled with the sickness in me
Knowing one day my soul she will steal a fine poem.. so many images, vain days, death........ thank you dear poet. tony
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For so long she is at war with the world and every living soul on it For long have I battled with the sickness in me Knowing one day my soul she will steal a fine poem.. so many images, vain days, death........ thank you dear poet. tony