My Post (2) (3)

Life in suspense
Growing ever tense
From all these words
Forever sustained worlds

To retreat from mine
So return in kind
Left to this one
Of this one to be done

An imagining of skies
Where this winged flies
On the below upon
All this desolation gone

Neither from or to
Will this be true
Looking quietly back
Moved by the affecting fact

Return to me in kind
Forgive me for what I find

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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