Sunday, August 27

untitled

unreadable
paled by random age
scarred by august rain
time unforgivingly stains

unspoken hymns live the un-dead
only callous
shut their quiet cries
unseen; none discover’d rage
spaced immovably in neat-ed lines

reigned untouchable in seasoned hands
to fade in forgotten land
a melody from memory
till sacred earthen dust

except nameless traveler
it’s worth, too dull to know
for fate might long have planned
to name a ciphered man

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