Love, what is love ?
Love, how is love ?
Fate, what is fate ?
Fate, who is fate ?
Heart, what is heart ?
Heart, where is heart ?
Hope, what is hope ?
Hope, when is hope ?
So many questions
While we live our live
Grabbing for an answer
And still hitting walls at every turn
Because we don’t know the right road
It’s a lesson
It’s a vision
A simple-minded direction
A poison-laced satisfaction
Imperfect
Incomplet
Absorbing every dust
To not feel the cold wind
In the hollow of our husk
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Author:
Algendhir (
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Comments1
Very nicely written the questions posed and to know that in the wind there is no answer. Nicely done
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