Wondrous we are left, thick and fast
On words pelted
written or lip operated
carnage struck island carried
Floating caricature
On our faces at all times studied.
Tears most frequenting
summer dry,
prey we make
as He from above smiles
yet gallantly enough we pack bags
full of sabbatical joints.
White peace strewn
pedaled along roads.
Brown urn leave us uncut,
ashes grey sculpt us one.
Well serves all mouths water, distilled
and pronounces man, man even today.
A days bread earned tilling the land,
but thinks not twice as he shares his meal with smile spread.
Journey along the paths
Brown green blue aqua
appetence thus never falls shorter.
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