What can they shout at this glory day?
Abyss.
A murderer,
was no longer an empty ground of an old law.
A crawl,
was no a skeptical issue.
There was only one space,
an outlaw number of suspension.
And this way,
they screamed out the land for Wilhelm’s name.
~ Keefe R.D ~
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Beautiful poem. We can share our thoughts through poem. What ever in our mind. And it sounds nice for everyone. I also sometimes post some poem and I feel happy thank you for sharing your thoughts through your beautiful poem.
Indeed, poem is a powerful way to express our thoughts, and inspirations. ❤