The crossroads of.....
The crossroads of time I suppose is an ode
to life,thought,and relevance in unknown scrolls.
The gold charmed heart takes waves of rust
in disgust; I mistrust the element of such.
Befriended the quiet notion of the sparrow
narrow, even more shallow dreams unravel
to create or manifest my true spirit to grab you.
Listen, my words are just a scattered preserve
like the seed that becomes the grape vine that wraps and grows.
Not many holes in the logic of spirits and woes
so believe the metaphors that travel the globe
amongst the sky between the ground the unknown astounds
so appreciate the significance in crossroads of now.
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