Changing Space

Grant-Grey Guda

This space thus cometh and most;
It would sun, the air amongeth it is,
Most unpleasant it is all that is,
To come a changeth among the old,
A birth among the ancient, new
And past that will bringith,
Can you see it the day that
Is of most outlooking composer and
Clarity, we shall O' make it,
A place to play among the stars,
For it is changeth for,
Time our most lost.

Published by Grant-Grey Guda

I've been writing poetry and short stories independently for over a decade now. I have a great appreciation for the arts and am a painter and photographer in my spare time. My love for writing has led me to...  View profile

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