Lento Maez


A Poor Soul - Poem by Lento Maez

Am I that poor soul
That moves the poet’s quill
That dares to dream
His heart won’t be still
Of a time that’s gone
Dreams he can’t fulfill
Where will it end
This nothing noise
Makes my heart bend
Lend me a hand
And be my friend
Until the end


Comments about A Poor Soul by Lento Maez

  • Silver Star - 4,091 Points Patricia Grantham (10/12/2013 8:36:00 PM)

    A very enlightening read. Your poetry is easy to understand.
    A friend to the end is one of the faithful few. NICE. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 9, 2013


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