We are a short poem
in a endless emptiness page,
words are lighthouses
that ignites and struggle
to deliver light to the dark edges of the infinite,
and mystic sounds struggle to give voice
to the unlived beings,
to bore a young soul to the gate of birth.
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We'll leave the light on for you.
That’s a truly great poem, Alexis.????
Shirley!! Thank you so much for your kindness. I’m grateful!