Where there is light, there is shadow permanently tied. Like fetters, ghostly silhouettes cling to every shining thing. It is doubt that lurks there: the dark echo croons its lullaby after every joyful gleam.
It dampens ego until he forfeits his burning talisman for the stark, cold facts.
I just thought about how poetry is a beautiful expression of who you are. Its full but it only give you little hits of what's going on. And you can only fully get to know if it if you study it. i hope that makes the sense i was trying to make...
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ha, thanks, kookie.
ReplyDeleteyou're perfect.