A Poet's Plight Poem by Paris Thulare

A Poet's Plight



I drink from waters full of widsom
I wear such words that gleams the heart
Not only to assuage my thirst
Not only to gratify my mind
But to groommyself for the path to the future
So when I'm gone my lines shall reign
I will never die in vain
I will die a legend

Monday, January 27, 2020
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