a song

a song

A Poem by AnonHimMoose

may all that is gone

be recorded into song;

what was of wrong

at my hearth throne_

and of loves and of hates,

held dear in nature gates,

be my voice with no spate

for cruel notes in my fate.

© 2019 AnonHimMoose


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Added on July 12, 2019
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AnonHimMoose
AnonHimMoose

prague, Czech Republic



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