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)
- Published: August 18th, 2017 12:25
- Category: Unclassified
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