As I leave my delible impressions,
On indelible time,
I realize the glory of those great times,
Every action of mine, is no instinct,
Every word spoken is no oracle’s dream,
The moment when one great mind thought,
Thought of abstract ideas like great wall,
Or the strength of a soldier in a battlefield,
Or the courage of a common to speak uncommon verses,
Are flags of unspoken instinct,
The nerves that weigh us low,
Elevated them to golden moments,
Secured and printed in sand of time,
On a desert where I have lost myself,
Lost to find these golden mirages,
The light of which will show me, my path,
The path I will travel to leave some marks,
Marks for others to follow.
:-keshie
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