Moses II {J.E.W. 23}

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It is as much a writer’s curse,
As a human plague
To obsess with countless verse,
Drenched, in promise vague.
Sonnet dreams, unrequited desire;
My heart will bend, though never tire
Of new abodes and promised lands –
Beauty soothes on desert sands.
And when the oasis fades,
Another shall rise!
I, forever betrayed
By my selfish lies…

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