Saturday, April 8, 2017

Still, know I not.

Still know I not,

The poetry,
Comes forth.

Long did it rest,
Rest, in My soul

Then whence,
 was it, still.

Their it,  to lie, 
the truth, it no more.

Then more, no less,
It ly'th,  no more.

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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.