DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Fingers are sweating,
Skin looks bitten.
Secluded in sorrow,
From verse yet written.
 
Aging face,
My eyes see treasures.
A poem for Earth’s
Infinite pleasures.
 
Hear the mystery,
Touch of fire.
Enchanted sonnets,
For all to admire.
 
Legends to live for,
Visions to see.
The verve is fear,
In poetry.
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