Gift

Place within so hidden,

abstract, yet defined,

intensity of being;

so is the Soul refined.

Life can maim the senses,

reduce the self to nought,

render us defenceless;

so our fate is brought.

Embossed is inner mind,

with psyche surely split,

corroded is all hope;

revealed the hidden gift.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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