battle weary
this soul is weary of battle the war will never be won and the loss of bits across time have taken its toll if only the soul could soar upon gossamer wings billow on the winds and lose me in some...
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if only the soul could soar upon gossamer wings billow on the winds and lose me in some dream I was never aware the soul could not... Though I agree with my whole heart about these mortal shells Such...
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Well, dark coldness is not a pleasant where to rest, for sure, it's so often a bed with thorns. Truly well expressed, Lorrha !!!
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Powerful presentation of your own darkest and most persistent personal torturer, dear poetess!! A truly excellent read, my friend!
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she - I always thought so too but it seems that sometimes mine can't. weighted down by grief I guess does that to a person. thanks so much for reading and yes, why does the vessel always seem so much...
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sometimes those thorns are a welcoming bite. thanks so much for reading and commenting mir! lorrha
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yup I'm in that quagmire once again it seems dragon. I wish it would just disappear, permanently. thanks for reading me! *hugz*
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