A epic is just few people to read
A small road goes around with wind and rain
Footprints leave a lot of message I need
Hands draw a picture describing the pain
Eyes contact with truth and honor indeed
Ears listen to soundless cultures for gain
Nose smells a fresh fragrant fruition from mead
Mind reminds to catch memory mountain
Songs follow up from heart to heart to feed
Poems continue to remember maintain
A coworker records his track like bead
Rhymes play with the machinery like train
Story is gear maybe poem line is chain
Holding a dream with a big railroad's vein
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