Adapting
I stand on the dunes of fate, Ever shifting, never still, My footing never stable And, calmly, I adjust. I'll not rail against this state Or try to bend it to my will, I adapt as I am able And manage as I must Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Adapting
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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.
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