Thursday, March 28, 2013

Possess the Days

thoughts succumb to the perfection
Fearing Any insurrection
A flavor lasting with the same taste
Never leaving where you're placed 
The gravel will possess the days
Capturing items in its ways
Though the numbers are a bore
It can mean something more
Lost along every path
There's more hated than just the wrath
Don't lose the keys to a soul
Claiming pride for a goal
Sick of every kind of star
Count them all and ask how far
Ink, lead, paint, pastel
Some of the words cannot tell
All is hung on a piece of wood
The flags and people never could  

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