The Selection Poem by Ari Alsio

The Selection



You are
the temple on the brush
eternal life
or fortune
either you choose
eternal life
or a moment fortune
take wailing wall above
sweet gaze to you
blind looking for consolation,
he maybe chose eternal life.

Saturday, April 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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