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The Last Word

written by: Welkin Siskin


Lest I discover you not
In the realm of my heart,
I give in all to touch thy souls.
Man’s life is replete with yearnings and goals;
Our life without subtle care is unvaried,
And our stories without sharing are miscarried.
We long for what’s not
And these longings we know go
And in these yearnings— full of wishes— we discover ways whatever it be
To attain the last word and sublimity.

Welkin Siskin

Welkin Siskin

Welkin Siskin is a poet, writer and translator who lives in Washington. He is published in several anthologies globally.
Welkin Siskin

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