Poetry

in poetry •  7 years ago 

If cleverness would become past in the end,
So why should sweep the chest and make damage in the world,
Being with it humans are asked to lead the world to prose.
I stepped footsteps Crossed the road that stretched The long journey I never noticed Forests, rivers, rice paddies, mountains, and hills Is my rumble Time after time

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