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It’s too late

  • Elman Aparicio
  • Apr 2, 2019
  • 1 min read

You, the inspired one

the one who bears the torch

burning through the mental fog.

You are articulate,

But tardy, rendering your wisdom useless.

Like a fireman who appears

after the forest has been laid to waste.

You are a hero in name,

but not in action.

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