Vanity- a short poem

Heaving mist devouring the land Endless sky, perilous paths Violent cold, soulless streets Eternal cry, elusive heights Laughter, lament,...

Marcus T. Blake

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Delicate petal Rippling waters of old Tender yet cold

Heaving mist devouring the land Endless sky, perilous paths Violent cold, soulless streets Eternal cry, elusive heights Laughter, lament,...