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Buet The Poet Poem
Ignited Ignored
The ways of man so revolved,
The rate of time sped off,
The realities of life swayed off.
Ignited like a candle yet rejected like a shuttle,
Unattended so idle,
With potential so boundful.
Ignore me now that I am ignited,
Recall me then when I am off,
I might still hope under your shades.
Under your light although I shine,
It's nothing in the eyes of nothing.
Copyright © Buet The Poet | Year Posted 2016
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