BMR (4/17/1994 / West Virginia)

Decades Had Went By And Hence My Soul Had Grown Into An Older Somber State.

Decades had went by and hence my soul had grown into an older somber state. For now I had raised myself as an old cuss from what was a simpler conceded man. I decided along my journey to walk into a abandoned vineyard outside of Sardinia. Woe was my heart as it too was blistered from the sun. Dried and dispersed that had scattered only the dust of its remain and returning again from the soil that had devised. Only though, it was not so sure of the plight I'd become. Only with careful thought had I known that the change required made some surety of that omission. Yet, the birds of the sky, so beautiful in their flight, seek not the flesh of my bone but to rob me of this measly heart. As they scavenged the scars of my past, I too unveiled my disparity of bygone time. These crows shrieked of hindrance, for it was not their forethought. Careful consideration was not such. So as I pass this solemn tune to thee, Remember. Decades had went by and hence my soul had grown into an older somber state.

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