spice

red white orange blue, all the stars I see anew
looking back yet moving through, heading forward much to do
the twinkle’s gone, its paired anew, all i want is to push through

people passing through in line, one two three four
likens history fails to shine, five six seven eight
uttering mumbling rambling stuttering till it comes to number nine
taking stock of history’s chimes, finding now another rhyme
on the ready, get set go, moving fast travelling slow

a golden gift upon my hands
a beating heart none can withstand
on this last page, one never knows
so treasure what is inked till old

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