Tasteless pelt whiffs of mundane air
Against my nostrils numb with dread;
Scarcely fathom I what spectacle fair
Beyond this umbra curtain latent lies.
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And crafty clock dials key inching hide, This menaced soul shall still reign pure. /// the utterance of hope; beautiful poem penned
A well executed poem. Truly exceptional and brilliant....5 stars*****