Sunday, 24 January 2016

The Zebra Poem

The world cannot revise history,
but it seems to me,
That there for once,
On the right side of chance,
She.

I cannot revise history,
now its quite clear to me,
That some things stick to pass,
Didnt need a second glance,
Holy shit She.

I would never alter history,
now ive seen how humanity can be,
To dream of perchance,
A full life tapestry to enhance,
Why me?
SHE.

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