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America - Oh America





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My mind walked for miles to find the slivered moon,
A resting place that cradled a simple smile
Footsteps that finally reached the twilight mile,
As autumn's sky faded much too soon

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Ribbons of stars had stretched in front of me,
While a seawall of sky kept painting its wealth
My footprints often lingered inside life's sea
Collecting bouquets of rarities I'd made for myself

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The church bells of every day sung their own song
As four and twenty blackbirds picked at winter's pie
A stately dressed eagle casually glided along,
Inside the circled blue of a ghost rippled sky

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The church doors opened as people searched for peace
From the shadowy broken arms of America's glow
I cried while watching this sad, crumbling piece
Of America, as it spun into Sodom's darkness below

November 27th, 2016


















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