O'er the approaching madness,
Was their worry alight,
By a sun ever creeping,
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A good start with a nice poem, Justin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Welcome to PoemHunter. Yes, nothing can be given to the past. Brilliant toughts always dwell in brain. We need to feel. Love constructs lovely values in mind. Love means to live and living means to love. This love connects us with God. While love is there in life we forget struggle and pain. This poem is excellently penned...10
Justin, such a lovely narrative👍👍👍