Lyretry

My Post (2) (4)

I am without me
Stretching branches longing to see
A misleading guidance
Leading onward in silence

With almost and there
To be seen laid bare
Nothing will come forth
No semblance of warmth

Recover and attain
These eyes will remain
Quivering forever you
Reasons as nothing to do

Chances from the start
Bleeding within a heart
So give to receive
In you, I believe

So come forth and be
Come forth and see

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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