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POWERLESS

POWERLESS

There comes a time when the Spirit
begins to die before the Flesh
and the Will gives in when there is
no reason to prolong.
my eyes grow heavy to the slow,
long
beats of the clock, and I surrender
to its music…until I feel again

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Country/Region: USA

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alidzain

alidzain

9 years 4 months ago

Joe

Good one. Thanks for sharing.

Alid

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scribbler

9 years 4 months ago

Hi Joe

As long as one can speak or write one is not powerless for words hold great power.......stan