The fragile words float astray.
Men’s weak hearts and so are they,
To dwindle like the grass in a storm.
The worlds they know or are yet to be known?
The brittle acts float astray.
Men’s weak hands and so are they,
A lance that cannot be held up high
A fallen man bears a fallen sigh!
The pathetic lives float astray.
Men’s weak hopes and so are they,
Why shall only a few be brave?
When all are set to taste the grave.
Misty Mountain Magic
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Through the mist at the foothills of the mountains
the distance between conscious and subconscious disappears,
melding into one glorious vision creat...
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Interesting one!!!
ReplyDelete"Why shall only a few be brave?
When all are set to taste the grave."
Loved the above lines!!! Keep them coming!!!