4.2.2025
All the poems I wrote before Seem to have come from another hand In words that all could understand From an altered soul did pour. Now in the greyness of the days When even the future is in doubt And rarely from the human praise Is heard, but slogans shout Disturbs some seekers in their prayer With pestilence empowered there.
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