The winds begin their dance of rage Woe sweeps in as black tide's froth The horsemen reign victorious Unleashing war's hounds Steadfast we cling together As barnacles to pier Held by bonds of faith, truth, charity and the last crumb held within curiosity's box Hope by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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