What`s this constant heavy burden that burns in me without respite?
Is it to my muse`s delight, or a spur that calls my soul to fight?
It pulls on my heart as Lunar Winds, and leaves of pain fall softly down,
Covering stark dying frosty ground,
And All I know is Gravity`s Found.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great imagery used.Good write.

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Bjork...
I was listening to when posting this...
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Thanx!!
You`re my first commentator so far, glad you liked it
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