This is not the easy, yet the destination is set. Present’s given to the darkness.
Infinity can be found by stopping points of interest. Each moment counting the balances. So let’s take a little walk into reality.
Crashing dreams of the weak. Crashing waves. Crashing hard, just to lift back up. It’s a gift of life. Once dead the now grown.
Can I ask? Dare I chance, the dancing? Stepping closer, it’s ok to whisper it to me.
Open spaces and all the mystic prophets. A lovely place surrounded by misery given to the kiss of passion coming.
A simple poem.
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