With emptiness my hasteful ways,
Across the many dwelling days.
Has torn my heart into the sky.
Pieces churning, wondering why.
When is another entering the wheel?
Laid upon the roots to circumvent and heal.
Bring back wasteful love, and felicity.
And churn, with desire, the flame of nocturnal fire and simplicity.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
This seems a reference to the cosmic wheel. Well written
There is order in the universe. Lol
Order out of chaos
Beautiful rendering🙏🏻🕊️
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Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
well done
Ty
An introspective, psychological poem that also highlights the existential question of why in a silent sky. Very moving!
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