Nobody knows nothing,
Everyone knows everything.
Vastness becomes emptiness.
Ever so tired or in stress.
Remembering what trying to forget.
Embrace the melody only you can hear,Words the sun writes on your skin,Everything is so far and so near,Within our reach, all we've ever seen.Living between hope and despair.
Those clouds made of memories,They often speak of self:Not what are but what you were.Let them fly, the most beloved stories,Have signs of tragedy. The catharsisIs in our steps after we fall...
A land where we seek the truth.
Loving every breath we take,
Omnipresent, for infinity, there's no roof,
Nesting our souls for their wake.
Everything begins when we are awake.
About the Creator
André dos Santos
Poetry has discovered me some years ago. I've been finding about myself ever since.
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