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Dust |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
From my lips the dust leaves Words of the broken float above us all Though I am but a man I speak godly Though years have gone and days have passed I speak youthfully Many times have I fallen to never rise Even in this crime, I speak lawfully Tell me why I am undo in this speech Tell the sins of a saint Do so with no shame For the sins of a saint are the sins of us Even in youth it is the sins of your neighbor May we be fruitful even in death May we blossom to meet the kiss of the morning May you feel the warmth of another's breath Each rain drop symbolizes the gift of the earth So in this I say let us cease the abuse Let us stand together and thank the earth Even in thankfulness we may neglect Even in neglect we shall punish It is the way of the world that we follow the path Though I speak the word of truth It will be ignored as one ignores the dust The dust that floats gently before us Sparkling the magnificent gold of our sun Of our life Dust. |
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