There is steel in my eyes
And the world with its tuning fork lies
Asking me to mourn along
Knows nothing
Of that cold, hard touch
For I am no maker nor master
But only a thinking man
One step away from disaster
Verbatim
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3 responses to “Verbatim”
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Superbly evoked poetry
A lovely picture-
Thanks a ton 😊
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It’s a pleasure
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