A new poem with no name. This one hits home for me. Feedback please :D The allure of a days radiance grow dim but does he notice the merit of the dusks essence? Does he inherit the penance in regards to the sure conscious of a clouds rays? A quick gaze to the haze on a near pasture shows no future to be held in this land of shadow. In his prospect for illumination, he will protect the notion of a prospect that resounds in an ocean of belligerence prolonged in the trepidation of failure. He will protect the perception of a propitious ambition as the composure of the soot at his feet will usher him to the revelation of elation. The allure of a days radiance grow dim but does he notice the merit of the dusks essence? Does he inherit the penance in regards to the sure conscious of the clouds rays? In admiration at the whim of a careless semblance, he will face the monotonous blaze with eyes of defiance.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 08:41:40 +0000
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