Friday, 24 April 2015

THE WORLD I HOLD SO TIGHT


The treasure that have measure

We live and bore with concur

The blazing line we thread within no lens- sure

It will be well; we say in closure

Such a world of rapture!

We exclaimed in the genesis of puncture

The world we treasure as a locust of many that need measure

What the breathe treasure that mature!




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