Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeoning…
Beautiful flow
Love this poem even more now!
Sweet song, Beautifully sung 🌸
Superb , very great prod with this poem 🔝
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