Where, on the edge of a precipice
With, all my exertion at the breaking point
beyond any capacity to lift my weary head
All of me is emptied into a sea of all of You
YOU ARE READING
Strands Of Hope
PoetryPoetry, in the form of quatrain, meant to inspire, encourage, and lift the soul.
Wherewithal
Where, on the edge of a precipice
With, all my exertion at the breaking point
beyond any capacity to lift my weary head
All of me is emptied into a sea of all of You
