Our story is like a couple pages of the unwritten chapter on my upcoming book,
wordless,
pure like white sheets of the uncommon testament,
rightless,
empty like a bowl of yesterday's breakfast,
powerless,
untamed in the wilderness of the unknown.
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 18th, 2023 11:58
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Fantastic work.
Thank you.
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