Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Strange are the days,
The ways of insanity,
The paths that descend,
The mercurial malformity.
The ways of insanity,
The paths that descend,
The mercurial malformity.
Like puff clouds
Against a sky of black,
There's no turning back
From the tomb of obscurity.
Against a sky of black,
There's no turning back
From the tomb of obscurity.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2024 11:43
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Beautiful word nicely said in a sort verse
Thank you for reading and commenting. Much appreciated!
Excellent write
Thank you so much, I truly appreciate the read and the comment!
You're welcome
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