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A gateway to Rome
I need to go home
A place with no test
My soul needs rest
Away from the hustle
My dungeons with no bustle
The love I have for u o place
No matter how far, to you I race
The blessing of my soul
The abode of my doll
To you I belong, to you I turn
Wait for me, as now I run
About the Creator
Oscar
“Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider"
- Francis Bacon


Comments (1)
Very powerful beautiful poem!