Can you feel the healing breath
As the monster devours your days and hours?
Nothing can blot out the light of thought
Connected by a golden thread
Exact in its summation of all feelings twinned
Realities define all we will become
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Can you feel the healing breath
As the monster devours your days and hours?
Nothing can blot out the light of thought
Connected by a golden thread
Exact in its summation of all feelings twinned
Realities define all we will become
Potent, yes… You spake of stark reality in such beautiful poetic garb…
Thank you Dark Lord, I just wish stark reality was less potent.
Excelent, really powerfull, congrats val.
Reallity it is all that you mention, intertwined, indivisible, indescriptible. In reality we plant the seeds that sustain what we will become.
“In reality we plant the seeds that sustain what we will become.” Beautifully said Mariana! Hey, I’ve missed you and I hope everything in your part of the world is happy and good. HUGS
sounds like my job. lol.
Cool poetry. short but potent
LOL kseverny, yes, we’ve all had one or two or three or four of those soul destroying hour swallowing jobs. Thanks for seeing something worthy in my lines and I shall visit your blog and read yours. 🙂
as my friends father put it – you had one of those soul sucking jobs didn’t you 🙂
*hugs*
LOL Jessie, oh yeah, and you watched the minutes of your life disappear forEVER. I want those minutes back now, they are kinda meaningful at 47. 😉