Clearing Of The Mist
J
James McLain
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I waited and I waited,
perhap to long.
The fog haze
in my mind
was much to
strong.
Patince by me,
by you not cruelty.
So much time
was lost.
Weep no tears
for me.
To think as once
I could.
Powerfull bold.
The lion gives way.
To the roar
Carefull must we be.
When our minds are
clouded.
To curb such strong words
I did not mean
to offend
them.
Bu şiiri puanla
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