A Mornings Word 11/27/07 Poem by wordsy wright

A Mornings Word 11/27/07

Rating: 4.5


Lingering thoughts of quiet despair
And the night it stands in wait
Brokens hearts I cannot repair
Nor tempt the hand of fate
Desperate measures do not ensure
Nor do they create
A pleasant pause we must endure
In efforts our souls we

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