Enough is so vast a sweetness,
I suppose it never occurs,
Only pathetic counterfeits meet us,
In life's dim while.
Though shadows extend in solace,
Their grasp a fleeting embrace,
We chase the mirage of plenty,
In a desolate expanse.
- Author: gray0328 ( Offline)
- Published: December 30th, 2024 01:29
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Wow - super but sombre.
A clever and beautiful write, enjoyed the read.
WOW
One of the greatest mysteries and greatest pains that plague mankind. I have a feeling that the satisfaction we search for is in the very place we leave to find it..
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