Charles Andres Alberto
Little Prophecies - Poem by Charles Andres Alberto
I see things;
the likes of which They do Ignore.
And when I close my eyes, the night time grumbles a huff;
songs of destiny and impending lore.
And those songs do come true;
and on occasions they implore...
That they too are life;
In that they lay dormant in my mind but yet liven in my core.
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