Deep thirst, breathing dust
Play or be dead, from the past
No opposition, if there! then its the last
Fear to the brim, trembling like sails hold by weak mast
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The past becomes dead. Breaking sweet promise provoke thought. Amazing perceptional political poem is brilliantly penned...10
A refined poetic imagination, King Face. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.