Argumentative
egoist mind,
Detachment
of creative individualism…
The
bottom has been reached
The
dirt has been scented,
The
memory remains
When
walking with death
It's
as common as breathing.
The
hermit sinks deep for survival,
Every
wave is an impulse
Digging
profoundly within mysterious dives.
No
fear of the darken sky
And
the culmination of the day,
Laying
on sublime foliage
We
rest…
Dreaming
of persuasive battles
And
building castles
We
will combat the next day,
Tomorrow…
the bright one will stay.
HOPE!
…Child of my soul,
FAITH!
…strength of my temple,
The
voice within sings love,
Close
to my heart, an angel calls
I
am devoted to hope,
For
there will be tomorrow,
Tomorrow…
Will be the bright one!
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