T'' Webbo Poems

Best Poem of T'' Webbo

Conviction.
Without a problem,
Nothing to declare,
A Difficult time,
In a different place.
As he holds it,
Clutching on, is it found?
Conviction, Conviction.
He fell to the ground.
Up he starts,
And away he goes,
Not living, not loving
Calmly he dies.
Which path did he take?
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Winter.
The long, coldest death.
A single tear falls, rolls, descends.
Icy cold winds blow. . . .
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