The March Poem by joe foster

The March



a never ending trail,
luxuries unknown,
marching to the end,
the light that has been spoken of,
cutting all ties,
becoming ones own,
a soul that never dies.
a new path that never lies.

Friday, June 1, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: lies
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joe foster

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memphis, tennesee
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