Friday, July 6, 2007

Tradition

A collective body of might,
Discuss, discern, and direct us,
They turn our heads and assume right,
Waves that interfere in to incoherent fuss
Beg, leave it to our souls,
Love, indifference sometimes pays,
Move off our heaving hearts,
And ventilate us back to breathing reason.
True to life, a varied world,
Unascertained actions forever haunt,
Accusation unlikely, I hurled,
My simple days in you I jot,
Gain to all, loss to two.

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