For love of words,
that must be heard
I sing my song to thee
Forced obliteration
Oh blind one,
you must see
Dark shades can filter
the pouring sun
Clouded- within
blocked views
So cover your eyes,
the wadding man
These rhymes
are just for you
Admiration is...
a guilded bird
Never getting
off the ground
Its wings of gold,
forever hold
Fleeting wisdoms
can be found
A silent verse,
the rhyming curse
Does haunt your view today
Twas made from love,
and muse above
Go ahead,
send a wad my way
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