flamebuoyant
Here, at my desk
I find myself,
pen in hand, again.
But now, bereft of faith,
no longer knowing why I write:
a moth returning to naked flame.
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2024-04-12 at 02:29
Tags Galateus  Crypticbard  Arkayye 
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