My apology to the universe so fair,
Never dying, unaware.
I've focused on the true sublime,
With the gentle flow of unraveled time.
Umbrella in the ocean waves,
Behaves like a child’s worth.
Lost in innocence they behave,
Gifted at their birth.
When the wave hits hard the sandy shore,
Connected as the world implores,
Never will a drop of rain,
Fall so gently, wanting pain.
As feverously black like the midnight sky.
As the soul of creation shan't ever die.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: October 8th, 2025 05:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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