Code Flags


The end of the world will come and go, but
Still I stay atop the hill,
In a sill,
Across the bay.
Dreams will flutter in and out, but
Here I remain, flying flags
On the old mast again.
A place where love is futile and
Gods are interchangeable,
I will be there,
Waiting for you
To find your way.

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