What stirs within the buried heart,
what lies beneath the whim
What Seraphim have yet to pray,
what sinners yet to sin
What hides within those thoughts that stray,
what leaf remains unturned
What stirs within the buried heart,
what voice unclaimed—unheard
(Dreamsleep: December,2021)
‘Tribute To Thomas Wolfe'
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