When the feelings gone how can one hurt or hate. When the light is hidden the truth can’t be found, we remain as the mole in his sightless realm, with small hillocks of earth as a cry for help, when The Devic Kingdom of nature is all one craves.
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The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
When the feelings gone how can one hurt or hate. When the light is hidden the truth can’t be found, we remain as the mole in his sightless realm, with small hillocks of earth as a cry for help, when The Devic Kingdom of nature is all one craves.