As silent as mist It rises Amidst the Guilt It prices Remorse and Vices It sizes Slashing the Gist In slices Accursed by the Script It hisses Forgone is the Esprit Who Kisses Subverting the Gifts Eclipsing what Lifts Benumbing the Bliss Routing the Soul …Adrift
It’s a long journey my Love, The one that whispers your name In the rustling leaves And the humming wind scattering my longings in the morning mist In the kiss of the Earth to the rising Warmth and the chirping of hopes Scurrying a promise of love It’s a long journey Dearest, The one that
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Good morning dreams Feeling nostalgic? I can trace its prints… Grounded in hardships and struggles; undesserviness lies still It does not want to be seen So I mourn a memory to be with tears of a past with a strong grip on me. Hidden in the future rest The clues for breaking free You
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Wondering about life and the quest for purpose… As “Art” seems to have a bigger plan for me than what I am prepared to admit… Only Heaven can tell… Thus; neither logic nor experience… Just from the fragile place of secrecy, where my soul and heart whisper and fear cautions that others might listen…
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