A Poor Soul Poem by Lento Maez
A Poor Soul
Rating: ★5.0
Am I that poor soul
That moves the poet’s quill
That dares to dream
His heart won’t be still
Of a time that’s gone
Dreams he can’t fulfill
Where will it end
This nothing noise
Makes my heart bend
Lend me a hand
And be my friend
Until the end
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4/20/2024 11:26:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very enlightening read. Your poetry is easy to understand. A friend to the end is one of the faithful few. NICE.