No Arrows, Nor Planes, Nor Fleets Of Sorrow Can Steal My Joy Today Or Hope Tomorrow. No Air Of Deceit, Nor Throes Of The Mind, Nor Belly Of Grief... Poem by Joshua Guillory

No Arrows, Nor Planes, Nor Fleets Of Sorrow Can Steal My Joy Today Or Hope Tomorrow. No Air Of Deceit, Nor Throes Of The Mind, Nor Belly Of Grief...



No arrows, nor planes, nor fleets of sorrow,
Can steal my joy today or hope tomorrow.
No air of deceit, nor throes of the mind,
Nor belly of grief, can see me declined.

- Joshua Guillory

Monday, January 25, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
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January 25,2021, E A.M.... I'm always peaceful and happy and joyful... I never suffer nor do I ever suffer pains or sorrows etc...
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