and black fabric ones, at that Beleaguered Servant201508181 Comment on and black fabric ones, at thatOriginal Poems in self-validation our mind e’er probes; we so love to judge we should come with robes To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Poetry Related Posts To Bridge Across this weight my soul Unstill Life don’t just speak of hope Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
I really like this poem.