All we have are
our words. We must use them
precisely as we whittle together
from the bark of the honorable
already gone trees.
n., /hō/kēs/ Armenian for "my soul."
n., /hō/kēs/ Armenian for "my soul."
All we have are
our words. We must use them
precisely as we whittle together
from the bark of the honorable
already gone trees.
Hokis | Poetry 
This is great literary arts curator-ship Cde Hokis You are Writer and Dreamer of great acclaim,
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So great words! It could be written better.
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