The Final Range Poem by Dan Uriel
The Final Range
ancient days as the Olympus range
white coarse tyrant Ice-Heart`s winter
and when the sun melts into tears
get ready, freedom comes from heaven
sun on the horizon, so take your grace
and can save me with red cheeks
Perhaps the clouds Castle disappear
before darkness will not be so stingy
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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