The world so caved
In time so caved
Down in trivia perpetuation
As though the heart is a rusty place for the nostril pant
To ashes be embraced hue of innocent age
For the death of crow the guiltless embrace
Many in throng trembles down the stares of liberation
On high way of victory
A facade of infant desire
Blazing within reach
Yet extinguished with smoke
An obligation for fangle generation
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You are cordially invited to read and I hope you enjoy any of my poems whenever time permits! Likewise, I will be more than glad to read any of your works when available! Take care, God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!