Closeness is a comfort caring, and the dark
can offer sleep no less than restlessness;
when contemplating being and non-being,
lost and lended words that trace some love,
I find within myself some sense of seeming
that there is no border, below or above
between the things we feel. And meaning
to choose thereof the better part,
so bared, it's best to never lose that loving heart
when contemplating seeing or unseeing.
- Author: Reivax Camlost ( Offline)
- Published: December 28th, 2019 16:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
Comments1
A fine write Rievax.
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