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Words of Freedom

david inkey

I met the poem of life… This night, quite quietly alone, When I left aside the guilds of strife. I…

I met the poem of life…


This night, quite quietly alone,
When I left aside the guilds of strife.
I met the poem of life…

Each menace does require some penance,
Each eve, a few would me deceive…
With wit I reply, I wish not to hear your lie…
Every joy my spirit does employ
Each eve, many would me relieve…

I am ever grateful that my day’s daze is but a brief phrase,
When each night’s knight whispers some praise,
Then, I do believe I find quiet reprieve,
With modest shadows my self I do cover when I discover,
I glow in beauty, as beauty would grow in me…

The poem of life nights me…
Am I to dream as a shining night?
Some glistening stardust caught in humane form…
Reformed, dis-aster being distance from my star afar…

This night, quite quietly alone,
When I left aside the guilds of strife.
I met the poem of life…

david inkey, 32004

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