I have a letter,
open to the world,
nothing inside,
since by ink,
it can't be written.
A letter for no one,
but that many awaits,
a over dream,
beyond the deep,
down in the toughts.
I have no words for it,
not even a pen,
filled with tears,
could help get it down.
No material for it,
no paper or no pen
only time can wrote,
as things may disrupt,
nothing last forever,
expect that wind,
that one can hear in the soul.
Everything will fall,
but not the eccense,
and the sole slow clock,
of a bright soul.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
Takeaways from 2 Years of Duolingo Spanish
Two years ago on this date, I downloaded the Duolingo app for approximately the 15th time. When I’d been inspired to try brushing up on my Spanish in the past, I’d start out hot and heavy only to sputter out after a few weeks of enthusiasm and dedication.
By Veronica Wren5 days ago in Longevity
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