Face Of The Earth
The face of the earth changing
around me, I know of
no stopping
plan,
Memories of open space with
lush grass, emulsifying
into a concrete
span.
Is it a dream of a grown child or
is it veridical change I
eminently
see?
The longing I crave for yesterday,
forces my soul to pray it
becomes earth's
trustee.
Yorktown Disciple
The face of the earth changing
around me, I know of
no stopping
plan,
Memories of open space with
lush grass, emulsifying
into a concrete
span.
Is it a dream of a grown child or
is it veridical change I
eminently
see?
The longing I crave for yesterday,
forces my soul to pray it
becomes earth's
trustee.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11171
Memories
of
open
space
and
lush
grass
of
open
space
and
lush
grass
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