THE CREST

by yaroDmogul


THE CREST

Hands stretched apart sidewards
In pursue of its wants
Surely exposing our Hearts
With a strike we fall Lifeless
A Fear we fail to appreciate
As though we were born Immortals
The Art in mortality is to live
Chest out as this Crest

©2014 Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah (All Rights Reserved)

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