To see more than the depth of the day,
Its extended hand over the longings
So profound, yet they voice-timid and small
But brave enough to gather the length of
The morn, the noon, the even...while all
May succumb to the lost light; the brighter one;
To the light found, only enough to draw
Lines around the solid self’s, of mine and
The one's I have left long behind.
What it becomes to wear a reason
For a question untamed? What it
Becomes of reason that cannot
Conceive an answer.
1.38am
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The darkness slowly falls
'til all you’re left with is the glowing trees,
even the wav...
1 day ago
Well done, man!
ReplyDelete"What it becomes to wear a reason
For a question untamed? What it
Becomes of reason that cannot
Conceive an answer. " - Like these lines a lot! Makes one think a lot!
Keep it up!!!