There Is All There Is
There is all there is
No dream no morning dew
As before we were playing and cooking
In the backyard;
All fame for greedy
Through a path will not come to an end
Everyone is on that gathering of ruin
In front of this past nation
That cannot move or carry forward
Its own cherry-blossoms over this
Damned block sensation.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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