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The fire burns.
within.
This flimsy
Soul of sin.
my hidden child.
My hidden child,

His fathers name.
he;ll never learn.
Ive havnt seen.
My little bern
T;was life I gave.
and love I lost.
in that mira of my past.

I ve seen the spider.
rise and fall.
his web of strength.
my child I call.
His name unknown.
unknown to all.
my child.my child.my child.I call

Hi Jimbo ~

I'm glad to see you still writing here. I'm moved by the life story that seems to be within the lines of your simple poem. At first I thought it was the child within you, the same as the child that is within each of us. Then, I realized... or think I realized... that this is a child that is out there and remains unknown to you; except that you know he exists and you long to know him.


~ Lizzy

Forgive me if i recieve some more holy spirit.
beanus neatus.ali be dartie.auf viedersien.

seamus beag.