2 min
The Odds Poetic Flow
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- Arts
This poem was written to clean my soul
From the cobwebs,
That lingered,
Here within,
Here in my Home.
I wake in a moment of surrender
Waiting to see
That which needs me
A love
A purpose
A dream
Family
Hope
Work
Maybe I’ll bleed to
Keep them all at ease
All or nothing…
This poem was written to clean my soul
From the cobwebs,
That lingered,
Here within,
Here in my Home.
I wake in a moment of surrender
Waiting to see
That which needs me
A love
A purpose
A dream
Family
Hope
Work
Maybe I’ll bleed to
Keep them all at ease
All or nothing…
2 min