Saturday, July 16, 2011

ImMeasurable

If their can become no questionable
Characters
How then am I real?

When the time is over and scarce eyes no longer
Look
What is their to be felt & found out about
Me
Preservation is no longer kept alive as
Trees
Transform with the seasons while
Rivers
Dry w/out becoming condemned until the
Next
Great migration when we shall then have to
Reform
And remember how all these cycles were
Formed
Yet to always have the ability to depend that
Promises
Will be kept on the aeckers where we bought
Knowledge
Strength to overcome for the futures sake of
Freedom
Scars to be imbedded on the grea great people of
Today
While even so our souls r yet to join and
Rejoice
With praise for if not 4 u/ I'de still be burnin
Today
With tears falling. I say Thank You with all "my" Life!

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