If yesterday was long, then the day before was a killer and the tomorrow is a prison from the happily ever afters.
Maybe it's true or just a waste of a rhyme, clouds still follow a twisted mind.
Living an inner world that tears the outer reality apart, words drowning the soul instead of lifting it up
You hope within any expression the answer will come, knocking us into a prospective where to be is enough.
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Poetic Dan (
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To be is often enough Dan, I am therefore I will go on as I am sure that you will.
Andy
One foot in front of the other dan. Tomorrow's another day.
so true! and relatable
dear cherished Poet
(empower each inked syllable
within a resolve of artistry's
soaring stratospheres
like clouds, gliding
in our now
whilst traversing
our past's
we ink, breathe out
and surrender it all, to a fate
we may not be able to curate
but we damn well, can cultivate
to path those aspired better's
we dream
in-to brilliantly manifested, existence
with each rhyme, we allow to flow
like our life's, crimson wine...)
As i read this and the other comments yesterday I'm truly blessed to have your light in my life...
Keep burning bright my friend
Thank you
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