Brevity in Truth


Don’t stir the draining pot
Feel bliss in those that haven’t forgot
Trust, feel the wane
Ebb at the pull of change
Watch those that walk away.
a burnt bridge, provides a place to stay
when at last the days sun sets
hope to have something that you perfect
cordial smiles
night breaks
we are the ones who withered
and cried out not in dismay
fore I am charged and my soul is rent
i seek not the life of the malcontent
the quiet mouth holds the most care
don’t leave thy heart out for all to bear

subtle was life, and subtle will come death

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