Days Come By

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An original poem:


Days come by

Feeling wasted and high

Senseless to the wonders

Of a Transparent sky

That holds planets that align

And drill holes in the mind

Of the whereabouts of time

The quickness of a lie

The drop of a pin

The taste of Mahogany

The smell of rain

Raptures of pain

Questions of what is humane

Will we ever really know?

Will we ever really grow?

From the drop of a pin

Or will we wilt away

With that of our kin?

Created: Feb 07, 2011


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