Each day of life and other debts
Cannot sole purpose bear
Laid so beneath the eye of death
In saddle of its mare
Perchance by night, into its care,
Shadowed by the great unseen: if here you find yourself
Ever, then, you'll come abundant in abyssal wealth
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KP McFee
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Comments (1)
Excellent poetry writing