Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read š, Write āļø, Rise š , Realize š¤Æ.
Tristan š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read š, Write āļø, Rise š , Realize š¤Æ.
Tristan š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
The master's stroke,
The swift striking of a key,
Resonates throughout the vessel
Of poetic music made tonight.
Who will hear the tune,
Who will listen to its call
To delve deep into the aged heart
And extract the maestro's soul.
Everyone wants a piece,
To dine with the genius
Of the one who makes true music
Like the whisping winter winds.
The icy chiming strokes
Of fingers upon ivory keys
Beckons forth the ghostly presence
Of death's intoxicating rattle.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2018 00:03
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Comments2
An enticing, enigmatic write, TR. I enjoyed reading it.
Thank you so much! Iām glad you enjoyed it!
Great write
Thank you so much!!!
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