March, by T.R.

T.R.

March

Gathering, Gimmicking,

Frightening, Mimicking,

Making the urge

Of the march go away

Symphony, Melody,

Harmony, Memory,

Hearing the march

At the end of the day

Credible, Probable,

Steady and Lovable,

Making the march

Say “Forever I’ll stay.”

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