Exceptional a little ditty on life At Last...Acceptance by victortouche

It's lost yet you walk life as an ocean of pain, pleasure, and all you were again It's taken sixty years to speak of lost love, loss of self, lost reasons, lost seasons The mic's in front but you sing to your belly Strings humm so sweetly in the saddest most nostalgic way A sweetness I now understand though my brand remains...bittersweet Yet, for her love could I rise, would I tithe the waves 'fore yonder maze No fog, nor haze, dare bristle my buckle I laugh and the curtain...parts Recognized

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