tarry not
tarry nottarry not -- on
shores of grief --
they won't miss you
lines are forming to
reach those sands
-- best be on your way
make room for those who follow
wearing faces longer
than light years
stars remote call your name --
subliminal music
teaches new dance steps
remainder of your stay content --
disavow the sorrow
or seal up your soul with tears
with no guarantees
of bliss, or more of the same --
get moving or death will take you soon
-- wearing a frown.
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-04-27 at 17:46
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