These brightest days
are jewels on the crowns
of a few,
the glints from
the swords
of a few,
the gleam
int eh eyes
of a few,
and we, the rest,
are the dark many,
storing light like coins,
hoarding the great treasures
of the chosen.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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