Poems from noslumberingsoul

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For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem
Legs like towering columns  carved of immovable stone every moment they support the structure of the city   Left hand is aristocrats...
If you have never read A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow you are missing out on lyrical bliss His words mock me as I sleep...
the Brave know who they are Confidant about their own inner desires, their  faults weaknesses their worth Their skin fits Comfortably...