6th Cent"
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6th Cent"

by nouies

Sand dunes peaking near Rwanda

An epithet to his problems

With each grain he stands

Pouring until the sun goes down

Heat flashes and lost sunsets

Hands erected in a clasp for the articles vanished

Praying to a higher power for cooler nights and less hours

Since it only pays 7.25

With each endeavor he inches closer to never and no ones

there to stop him.

A man is no one if not everyone

So time is the only one - 6.26.16

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Crooked Smile.

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a year ago
May the force be with you.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
That was a lofty poem. The graphics are dramatic and enhance the message. This is something we should think about but for our convenience we don't