The Nations is paused…
Any Regrets for Rejecting
A man with the power of Love
Choosing instead a man
With the Love of Power
Visions of the wicket gate
Slips, and sifts like sand
Through our fingers
I think I see it, no,
No, I'm not sure…
Lost and exhausted
On the Shore of doubt…
A.R.Wait 18.05.20
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