SHUT DOORS. By Patience Attah
A while ,We never saw each other, Nor alter The Unknown Words , Because,Summer Gave that Space And cast My loneliness to Winter And fall....bit by bit... But again,awoken up. To feel Fire files in my Belly. With countless strikes of lightening , Tasting of Melodious Thoughts :of my Grace . O' ye Patience:Nothing besides remains, Of the Precious whom you love . But can't handle the Hemlock Load... The weariness,the fever,and the fret , That covered my human, (more…)
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