May 14
1 min read
POETRY
The Grindstone
Where Focus Becomes Fate
Where there is a grindstone
Work or war will follow.
Pre-determined to be determined
We hope to fill the hollow.
Higher Mights might we desire
If focus can be maintained.
I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.
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