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My Vision

By Bryn BoyPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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My vision is a tall one, where valour wins the day

In which a noble group of men born not of the blood they share seal

Their hopes in nature's nest

Prostrate at the feet of chance for betterment

who preaches compliment and rest

Her evergreen abode sways to and fro the rhythm perceived age old yet fresh so-

Captivate me, for I sit waiting, your taste thus far is salt on the lips

Now I know conviction weaves a yarn to tie up indecision

in a bow of hope you'll reappear

So as we might share this stunning vista from high green terrace tracing

snow clad shoulders

down to boulder strewn chest

full of bears and breasts

A mount to herald the day

As the waves roll in

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