vincent armone

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Epic - Poem by vincent armone

Thy first four steeped in the muted nergo
thy id sleeps the formative sleep
oh but a vast the 6th brings lifes light
clouded gray but non the less lifes light

ajoy the passion of growing years
were truths are kept in invisable closets
with thy coming sorrows

jump in with self no one will tell thee what shall do
for long legs mean stride on ones own journey

ahh but now lies hidden in growing years come hench
fear despair reilze once games of years 6th no more

roses yes could smell
but funny tho being works not

now of erodeing skin
in slumber of down
thy kin awaiting desitny
once now get it
only in thy darkest hour
that being is not just being but

EPIC


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 30, 2008



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