Tell Me

tell Me it’s a pastime for a Dreamer, folly to cheat the Day, a Cog spinning adrift from the Fine sprung Chain, beckoning an Empty Wallet and Life a million miles from The Way; and I’ll tell You, this is no
Soul to buy with the Gold of the Sun; and I’ll tell you again, the life of Reason is only just begun…

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‘Cloud Light’ Short Poem Series