Tracks

Made upon the ground
Where I’ve walked,
Places I’ve frowned.

Line my face
From tears, joy,
Age never erase.

Streak my mind
In relations of love,
Hate left behind.

Spark off flashes
In knowledge gained,
Or violent clashes.

Seen on high
Beyond satellites
On missions to spy.

Become evidence
Of ages spent,
Allotted from hence.

Dissolve after time
On future lands when
Death brings rhyme.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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