The quieter the fixing was,
More the motion
Could be taking just,
Regarding instead by birth
And welcomed to a tethered sojourn,
As the gravity of disgust
Hardened the rest of mine in rust.
The quieter the fixing was,
More the motion
Could be taking just,
Regarding instead by birth
And welcomed to a tethered sojourn,
As the gravity of disgust
Hardened the rest of mine in rust.
I like your art work, however, I have no clue what the poem is about.
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Ah life can harden our resolve to rust sometimes can’t it/
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life in pictures and well chosen words
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beautiful words….
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Beautiful desolation(in my humble opinion)
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