Sonic Of Heart Poem by Louis Borgo

Sonic Of Heart



To measure a mile of a day is an assumption that distance holds latitude

Then which way is the morning star.

Lack of not the understand the thought that pass in split of a second take of kind gesture

The more or less is the value of the learning scale.

Another day hats off to those that knows a wake on fresh air

Clock ring phone on hold the lack of consumption irony to the victory

Like a tile of a phone line that hold the pattern

Of the call does it buzz or ring the sound of the alarm clock.

Place of day and that of good morning is of perception do all that lap or pause

Got keep moving on and on and on

To think for moment is that as clear as good day gets hats off to token of the given.

Heavily out of breath of wrong outs easy the day of knowing having to keep

Got to keep moving on and on and on

To by pass traffic or wake of passion is to found what truly awake in ones hearts

May I carry on good suggest of days more to understanding what does one take

From the meaning or the extraction

Of the meaning.

Saturday, February 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art
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Louis A Borgo III (2009-2016) working progress.
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