A new road, lost and found.
The earth old, safe and sound.
Drop the heavens in reverse.
As idle eyes perverse.
They, the footprints of time,
In reaching sands of divine.
So pleasant is the sorrowful
As knowledge to powerful.
In an unknown hour.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Words that cause one to ponder where the sorrowful is judged pleasant. A thought provoking write
I echo the previous comments, good write
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