veradapozzo8
8 hours ago2 min read
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The Sun has melted the Fog Who kept the Sky captive And now I can see your Eyes In all their Light Blue Brightness Dear Wise Man, now Centenarian How I wish I could rewind Time And unchain my captive Mind Print my Poems and my Drawings Without any Hesitation And allow You to give Me Your Farewell Gift - the Book You wanted so bad to publish For You knew I should be known Despite my Modesty and Shyness But I was wrapped up in the Fog Of the complete Antithesis of Love Who dail















