Whosoever would have me would mock the fare of the day, and assume no need of the imprimatur of their sacred phantoms. And mine would be the gratitude of humanity; an open and benevolent sense you may trust to reward your courage. Perhaps together we might embody those notions that I, lying still and searching, have oft dreamt were but a moment from existence. And as one we might know, without bounds, a world free from spite.
Poetry at its best.
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Thank you so much for that compliment! Perhaps not at its best, but certainly an effort to convey a few thoughts 🙂
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It’s wonderful to read such good work. Love the way you ended it.
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Well, I will endeavor to hold your attention as long as I can. Thank you again for the kind words, it’s an incentive to keep creating!
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Fancy a world with out spite ! Indeed , seems far fetched ….
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The farther the better. 😉
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This is truly excellent poetry. It’s short and sweet yet succinct. It taunts and teeters on the edge of revelation. Five stars.
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Wow, that’s thoughtful and kind praise. I appreciate those words, they inspire me to continue sharing my work. Thank you
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