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It Will End On Saturday
Everything is constant and plain,
then it's a grandeur coliseum
of fireworks of fervor
and doable sins.
There are doubts, secrets and bloom
Bad hopes, uncertain future, bit of a gloom
But both knew it’s a created one with faith
Quiet, aloof, and so far restricted,
which a deity can only limit.
A decision a bit late but for couple of times
After the chaos and mess, and let say, 'dimes'
An organized decisive, decision both has made
"to meet on Saturday" was laid.
But how will one know it will end
when it haven't even started yet?
here is my grasp ---
A little secret everyone has on their clasp,
"It's possible when a mere foreshadowing
sprung out from a cliched reality",
If that!
any of you know what I mean.
Copyright ©
Vanne Joe
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