P O E M S


"Not My Will...
But Thine..."
"This Path I Tread...
I Tread Alone..."

"I Sometimes Dream...
That One Day, Happiness Creeps My Way..."
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The Crystal Slips

  Through My Hands
      The Crystal Slips.
  So Perfect,
       So Pure,
      The Crystal Slips.
  My Mind A Jumble
      The Crystal Slips.
  My Words Lack Form
      The Crystal Slips.
  My Actions, Bizarre
      The Crystal Slips
  It Never Fails
      The Crystal...
          It Slips...

- dranem05


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