Beauty is beauty beyond beauty
The color of eternity is like an example
Then who is the one who transcends all things?
There is nothing out of the ordinary.
It is the answer to the whole universe
It is a question but still out of the question
Remember the country people on the sandy beach
Any fallen fish out of the net
Strange color is also a desire
The fall is beyond the threshold
There is no end to it, no metaphor
It is the story beyond separation and intimacy
The prayer of the elders keeps the wound of love
No cure, no cure
Explain how that condition is
Out of the abundant opportunity to seek death
About the Creator
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To the ones who felt like they deserved the hurt
Pain in its darkness leaves scars that become patches of our survival from the horrifying nights. In our sorrow, life belies in its essence to repeat the same experience until we grasp the notion of what it is trying to teach us. As glorified as the light at the end of the tunnel is, sometimes the looms that the shadows of despair hold doom the very radiance and sanguinity that we hold in our hearts. Life in its amorous flair oscillates between the radiant rays of joy and the darkest pits of gloom. In between the highs and lows, we experience the being of our existence.
By Hridya Sharmaa day ago in Poets
181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo2 days ago in Fiction
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