The end of time caressing nature’s mythological rhyme,
Of all the devastation that comes to mind.
To find the finish line of thistles in the mood
Of roses soon to bloom
And figuratively read its invisible and transparent line
To slowly find the black or white, we shall decide.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: August 11th, 2025 10:40
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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