We drift in and out, hoping to be seen, not knowing where to land, or what to believe in- The voices cry out, there's peace in the darkness...
But the solution is not to
Avoid one's presence.
The lighter path will always lead to troubles, promising riches but guiding souls to rubble.
The path overgrown, overlooked, and hard to travel, will result in a sweetness unlike no other.
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TwistedLogic (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A lovely write, thihgs that come to easily often don't last, the ones we hard to work harder for or to find, usually stand the test of time, enjoyed the read
Thank you
You are very welcome
Paradoxical it gives knowledge that due to gaps in our knowledge like the gaps in the format of the poem require a leap or faith to the next part of the line. Well written
Thank you!
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