WHERE ARE WE HEADED
The footnotes of the fields have taught us nothing as we wake up in the dawn of the morning.
We were a people of kings and queens and our heritage was our proclamation of time.
Forsaken in time we bled on the fields of cotton and on the monastery of waves of distant lands.
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Ordinary prose matters seen by the eyes of great poesy become things to fight for.Trivial, one could say, matters in the throne they deserve through Theodore's verses.He wastes the greatness to turn things upside down as they ought to be.
Mr. Galanis I would love to look and see things through your eyes. All I can say is thank you for your insight and your way of seeing my poems. I am honored to have your feedback!