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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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Comments
lovedly
Wed, 2016-02-24 16:27
and do you know Joe
your type is still flawless
hope you know
Geremia
Thu, 2016-02-25 09:31
:) Richard typed this :)
:) Richard typed this :)
alidzain
Wed, 2016-02-24 17:20
Joe
Good one. Thanks for sharing.
Alid
Geremia
Thu, 2016-02-25 09:29
thank you, Alid
thank you, Alid
scribbler
Thu, 2016-02-25 12:55
Hi Joe
As long as one can speak or write one is not powerless for words hold great power.......stan