Saturday, May 4, 2013


Markings cannot be seen
If held and lost between
But the markings are the ones
Burning bright like a thousand suns
Duplicates can't withstand hope
Falling down a similar slope
When the artificial gleams its way there
This is how the spark seems to flare
Causing a rift along the coast
Just a ripple can mean the most
Follow the seasons as a guide
The markings I refuse to hide
Scars and stories make (mark) our way
Accept denial as a delay
A written intellect is embodied here
A verification it has made clear
All the words that mark your grave
Defines the legacy of what your marks gave

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