Brass

by E Dacaf   Feb 18, 2013


Your priceless palace tongue wags for nothingless than perfectness, a perfectness that I cant be.

A special thing that I am not. You want Gold shiny, bright and new. I am Brass tarnished with a past. With usefulness and character to match.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Gary R Priester

    I enjoyed this very much... I feel inspired to write on a similar subject. This is a very mature thought for such a young poet. Thank you and keep writing.

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