Rome
I dream of Rome;
but I’ve never been there
and I never will.
These things about Saints,
scare the bejesus out of me.
In the eternal dance
of men and Saints,
men always get hurt,
some even die.
The lucky ones
are set to rest,
the others are
the unrest in this world.
And the Saints are always there,
always.
Omnipresently
watching everything.
Copyright © Marco Aurelio | Year Posted 2013
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