No Vacancies
The maiden aged that none can suit
The barren tree that bears no fruit
The ample hills that none can climb
A distant memory in time
The grapes of wrath that yields no wine
That rots and withers on the vine
Alas, in time will take its toll
A lost, corrupt, and vacant soul
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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