Wait
How long will blood run cold?
Seven eternities, I’ve been told.
Generations wax and wane,
But our ignorance remains unchanged.
Love is a hut, we are tenants,
A piece of our mind is how we rent it.
Unknowingly riding the horse of death as.
Cherry blossoms are but a second.
The only reason we can’t change fate,
Is because we don’t do anything but wait.
Copyright © Joseph Onafeso | Year Posted 2019
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