THE DAYS OF YORE: Judaisky Cares


Halt! Halt I prethee-
Halt and behold the
Tidings palabra as told
Of gray hair from yore.

Wouldst thou hark
And bury thy repletion
In the tarven of banters
For peace in war is love.

Fade is Earthly joy
For joy fadeth as
Time travels to age.
The call of curtain call.

If thou wilt, from heavens-
Show me the path of Jacob
That my soul may glory in You.
Just like the days of yore.

Asleep asleep in thy bosom-
In thy feet me prethee to live.
I trust, my ave will trouble your
Heart and peace at dusk, become.

Give me drink, the white
Waters of your reverence
That I might be the metaphor
Of Abraham, father of Saint.
I stand at bay watching-
Learning the language of my ink-
Learning how to handle my pen.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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