Little Prophecies

I see things;

the likes of which They do Ignore.

And when I close my eyes, the night time grumbles a huff;

songs of destiny and impending lore.

And those songs do come true;

and on occasions they implore...

That they too are life;
In that they lay dormant in my mind but yet liven in my core.

by Charles Andres Alberto

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