Beaty of Fame|Micheal Ace

The beauty of fame
What do we call fame?
They are little flakes
On light bulbs
We find fame
As vulnerable wishes
Lettered on our tongues

I see fame on white skies
As beauty of yellow sun
I see it in the night
As darkness lights
When little stars glitter
Upon our expectant eyes
Beauty is the tender mask
On every elated mind
But I am the fame
For this my heart
Lives as home of love
The solace place for smiles
Why do we all want fame?
Because of lonely earth
Awaiting our names
On her pretty slabs
To be written in italics
With inking of eternal days
I want to be the rendition
On sweet lips of artists
I want to be rhyme
Ending poet’s lines
I want to live as Ace
Clothed in beauty of fame
Micheal Ace


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