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Progress

October 22, 2012
By btpunked GOLD, San Francisco, California
btpunked GOLD, San Francisco, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Isn't it pretty to think so?"
- Ernest Hemingway


You will not reach progress.
You will only stunt the growth of a man;
Lips born from denial,
Yours are only as wet as rain-dripped sand.

Your heart runs, runs to pride.
Soft and settling life, passed through our hands.
Gripping time through quaint speech,
Biting beauty bought on a trail of land.

Tethered hands form gently,
Under stars that have since flown, and leaves so grand.
Release every word,
Those most unheard -- trail back from whence you ran.

Progress flutters and ends in peace.
Love that falls, fails, but cannot cease.


The author's comments:
I belong to another era -- an era of love

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