Strangers in the Sun

Tristan Robert Lange


Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
We’re all here,
Like strangers in the sun.
It’s time to run.
Hypnotic is the storm
That rages within.
Clouded with the haze
oF days in the daze
Gone by and by and by.
Rolling streams of waves
Penetrate the stem
That plants itself deep
In the marvelous mind.
I am not at all blind,
Nor am I left behind
The blockade of insanity.
Standing in death sublime,
The overload maximum,
There’s no need to rhyme.
Reason is within the grasp
Of a poisonous asp.
“Ouch!”
I scream with rasp!
 

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  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 29th, 2024 06:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Contradictions no need to rhyme in rhyme a fun read that gives pause to thought as well

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Indeed. It's awesome you noticed that! Thank you so much! I am glad it resonated with you!



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