Thursday, April 18, 2013

Verbal Attire

Stricken by A loose strand
Memories buried under the sand
But the frame is still in one piece
Don't let the page get covered within the crease
A way of life, a way to save
A philosophy that some crave
Now I know you are what you make
But what you destroy is also at stake
It seems to depend on who will review
There still remains concepts some can't see through
Though there is not complete actuality in what remains
Nor complete understanding in what life rains
When pages end with the same letter
All the pages seem so much better
Blend the fiction with the history
And the outcome is such a bliss to see
One may write to inspire
But trust your view in your verbal attire

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