#meaningul

[treydozer]

My first attempt at writing poetry

"Tis No More" The clean hands of the tender age, The heart neither corrupted nor tried. Vastness of artistry free of The Cage, Where ones convictions are not denied. 'Tis no more The value of ones life, Judged not by riches but by heart. To be cordial with the absence of strife, When those who wed dare not be apart. 'Tis no more

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