Monday, October 16, 2017

Syntax

A phrase, a simple phrase,
Like the sentence of a golden aspect,
A thread o' time burnt by flames,
Like the moons shine in respect.

Ultimate discovery evoked from lips,
Gazed into the futures latest past,
Written down on papyrus by strong grips,
Ever seeping into the minds mast.

Less or fewer - battled or worn,
Gender or sex - condition or state,
Words forms from ashes born,
All puffs of smoke from red hesitate.

Quiero bailar contigo's remax
Mixing in fluent words of dance.
Me gusta cantar su's relax,
Everywhere I go I see your syntax.

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