Saturday, 2 August 2025

Quaintly Forgotten

The land darkens as cold air draws close
shadows! the only friend that is near
a cold island island the man I be, sublimely 
quoting with confidence, the sight of wonder
yet speaking alone, I sit and wonder
if I died would I have not been known
to disappear in the mist forever err, alone
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