Clearing Of The Mist - Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

I waited I waited
may be to long
fog haze in mind
much to strong

Patince not cruelty
all made so
So much time
said lost

not a tear
no saint are we
unless vain deludded
To think as once

Powerfull bold
The lion gives way
to hear such a roar
CareFull must we
when mind is

To curb such strong
words did not mean
to offend them

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