Memories

Samz Ota
Samz Ota
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read
Jarmoluk — Pixabay

The truth could die
and goodness could
one day perish…

and the soul that was once shy
raise mountains of shame,
bath in disgrace and relish…

for every beginning… has an end
and everything come to finish
the lines we draw, the paint we dye
the dear ones we spoil and pettish…

every path must part,
every road splits to vanish
and the only beating heart
at the end of times
is the thought of those we cherish

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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Samz Ota

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Samz Ota

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Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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