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And so it exists, to be filled.

Honor, chivalry, are not a farce.

Wasted time, kills.

Opportunity, is but a jest.

Only one moon, many stages.

Time befriends, the hand of grace.

Faith is willing love is open hope, is honest.

A newborns' freedom cries, as laughter fills the air.

One hand affirms the other, washes it spotless.

Good humor, always brings the heart to tears.

My only prayer for all of us, to live in peace.

Imperfect was I, when God made me.

Incapable without the lord myself. 

Yes to know this, is to love this.

Life, is all it was intended, to be. 





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This is written In the form of a shape or "Concrete" form of poetry: 

Shape or concrete poetry is not as of yet contained within the glossary of the lulu.com or poetry.com poetry 
site. I have heard it is to be considered as some considerable form of poetry in itself. This being the 
reasoning of mine in the creation of this poem.

I believe the words of the poem form in part as part of the main theme of the poem a shape or picture that 
sums up usually in a concrete relatable form or relation or some reference as to visual sight to this 
expression. What the main theme of the poem is speaking of or is stating in the way in and of itself to add to 
the poem imagery wise. Metaphorically as a whole.

The picture the words for is an open vessel ...

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