Friday, August 3, 2012

Poetry: REBORN

You are your own audacity;
So comfortable in your own trajectory,
Superseding the norm,
You implicate yourself in needed reform,
Emerging moon-splashed and reborn,
With one finger on the tribunal horn;
It’s your own presence you adorn.

You’re the whisper of the sane,
With your heart presiding over doom’s lane;
You are ascertain of your grand measure,
Making you a most desired treasure.

                                 - Raeez Jacobs

© Copyright. 2012. Raeez Jacobs.

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