Drift
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1 min readAug 22, 2019
Have I drifted,
From wills after wills,
Desires after desires,
To sit here in this hollow,
With the meek face of death,
rocking my shoulders;
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Have I drifted,
From wills after wills,
Desires after desires,
To sit here in this hollow,
With the meek face of death,
rocking my shoulders;
For More Of My Writings: Painted With Words
A drop of water you could see that dumbly awaits in vain to spill and be a stream: Alas there is sunshine.