"That's all...that's all..."
Inside the crevasse tis the hold
From which this heart took shape and mold
That place inside that none should see
Inside the space where fools roam free
Where billowed spoken clouds do sway
And beauty's head at rest could lay
Where all of life stands still to rhyme
And meet it's rhythm's beat in time
In here one's graced to touch and care
Where others sight doth fail to bear
Here tender words of love collide
While tween the letters writ they hide
And soon they may at last appear
When pretty's name is whispered clear
But till such time there's peace to know
Such heart is placed where none will go
~Moses Apollo
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