wanchancy On 2020120520201207 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems ill-fated roaming: is there no cure for these wounds? must everything end tangled in a lost ruin surrounded by misfortune? To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…