The scars behold a tale never entailed, They mark a reminiscence of death. The remembrance of journeys that failed. How beautiful ! a st...
The scars behold a tale never entailed,
They mark a reminiscence of death.
The remembrance of journeys that failed.
How beautiful ! a story they sayeth.
Whence the breeze ceases to exist.
The clouds seem likely to persist.
The darkness shadowed by the cloud,
Never seemed to get along with the shroud.
The conjuring of the rainbow,
Appeared in the guise of a foe.
Words spoken at the ceremony,
Failed to usher a hegemony.
The desired pacification causeth despair.
their motives being shattered beyond repair.
As in those days. words were worth,
but not everyone was a Wordsworth
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