Sunday, May 14, 2017

"In silences"

In silences, the soul knows not its worth
In splendour of the life it knows rebirth
The thought that life is more than crumpled shoes
Is necessary to awake the muse
Embracing life and waking of the dream
Brings sentiment like unrestrained sunbeam
Upon the template and domain of thought
An etching of transcendency is wrought


© 2016 whickwithy


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