Land
Eyes wide open flourish reason,
battle yet is not something thou deed;
yet a subtle sense of all hearts mission,
convey's me somewhere beyond our being,
viola clumps an spars everywhere beaming;
vision of an old linen, textured in gold,
lusting to eliminate deamoning,
tender for existence uphold
bursting love in a fictious breathening.
Tho' no one that bold to reach out grab an fold
for no one on earth betold; what thou linen kept untold.
Date : 09/24/2016
Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2016
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