With slow compassion be,
Eating from an apple tree.
Lasting ignorance doth with glee.
Follow me.
Protrude thy last embrace,
With conclusion of the human race.
As death surpasses blinded marches.
On paths of faltered arches.
To seek and reach the past,
Perchance until the last.
As future tends to be.
In pure felicity.
My wish to ever be.
In solitude and simplicity.
Find grace in every written word.
Upon the Graves that stood.
Forgive and smile heartedly,
in lasting waves so currishly,
Upon the mantel grief,
Sits truth and myth so brief,
As birth and life does sit,
Awaiting judges still,
And memory of forgotten will.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The tree of knowledge has a price. They say ignorance is bliss and so it might be until it ends. Death is the stopping place. A deep write
Thanks Sorenbarrett. Your kind words always bring me positive attributes.
Ignorance is bliss until it is no more, and we all arrive at our final destination, enjoyed the read
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