Anonymous Monument

Noveyre

The plethora of names 

and dreams designed, 

all of which I cannot know 

born unto this world obscure 

and found through revelation. 

 

The people with morals cock-eyed 

of that logical line, 

and others who are rather stately; 

make up a palette of humanity 

we are a monument 

of cornerstones and concrete. 

 

Monument with a plethora of names 

anonymous surfeited, 

all of which I cannot know 

the crowd evanesces. 

 

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 18th, 2017 12:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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