Moony


With empty hands and barren eyes,
A man moves on from this domicile.
Regardless of the wonders he here achieved,
no power nor strength or status he takes.
but lies in the dust among his many more.
With deeds to bring light or burn his soul!
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  1. Anonymous Says:

    Wow. Loved the poem. Truly!



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