Poems from Ariana99
Surrounded by reliable air,
and like so-
you were there.
Treading resolute rocks underfoot,
your love’s march-
reaching its intended output...
A small village, upon a small hill,
judged upon my thoughts to kill.
That boy Ceryx, curse that boy,
of the dreaded Faustulus.
The one who...
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The honest tongue, not through with unfinished justice.
Held fast no part of history, that fills pride or shame within us.
US- The America...