Wednesday, 29 March 2017

The last Day

There is a poem to this day
A verse , that been read many times
the colons and dots, commas and that marks
all been there where i have always known
But these words feel new everytime
even though the tune is the same
And the meaning is unknown , But
These words are what i am here to read
And soon when the words are no longer new
the song will end and the poem is done



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