Freelance - Poem by Melvina Germain
Within my diversity, no one do I wait
thy personal diploma surged far the gate..
Whence I purge enough thy driven soul
no words of prosperity, ruin or hate
shall fall behind thy mask of stories untold.
Written by: Melvina GermainS
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