Louis Borgo

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The Howling - Poem by Louis Borgo

I woke this morning the ambition among the sky
The damp among a shoulder the crisp among the sky

Vocal among the acre the count of the sheet moment
Of the blue ribbon that blow with wind

For Hungary the spirit shine the light ego the deception sing the bridge

I'm up all night the try maker bring in the winter
I'm the hawk of the whistle that bring in among the star

I'm the sound at night that howl past the moon
To wake my spirit is to cease one man deed

For Hungary the spirit shine the light ego the deception sing the bridge

Topic(s) of this poem: love, love and art, rap, rhyme

Form: Ars Poetica


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 20, 2017

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 21, 2017


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