The used left behind. What is the news to come ahead.
What is the flesh to succeed distress when questions fades to mesmerize.
They come all announced. What slums remains unshed.
Which nerve secretes success when secrets fades to realize.
That ill they suppress. That illumination still creaks.
Who’s voice unsheats arrest when darkness fades to energize.
Poetry Time 15: Black Candle
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, Dec. 18, 2022
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Andreas_Helixfinger at 7:45PM, Dec. 18, 2022
@Ozoneocean - Thank you:)
Ozoneocean at 5:10PM, Dec. 18, 2022
Lovely :)