Poem -
Not done yet
in this book there were unturned pages
while we all had a turn as they made their stabsΒ
and old seems to be already gone to dustΒ
and they now creep between words written in red
flickering tongues and dialated eyes ...pupils of insanityΒ
yet the pages remains ....still..
no one thought of what next or how is the distance to fold
yetΒ only the gambler knewΒ
as he watches with a grin in silenceΒ
and it played on and on
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I enjoyed the read. very well penned
COOL WRITE LINDA
Really enjoyed Lorris :)Β