Honor -Double Acrostic
H onor, unseen, unheard, not felt, is not mucH.
O ver there at the other side where we will all gO,
N othing's worth preserving, not things we've knowN.
O nly the declared weight that the scales tell us sO
R eveal the fate where we stay entrenched foreveR.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~03.08.16
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016
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