Once an old question intruded my mind:
Why something happens from time and to time?
Something that’s simple but I can’t explain,
Something that brings glancing echoes of pain.
When I was falling to empty unknown
Breaking the feelings those made me alone,
Emptiness crawled and it filled me like air,
So freedom became something tranquil and fair…
Time will pass softly and cover the burst,
Loneliness rooted as infinite tree,
No fear of silent emotional frost,
Purification it’s given to me.
And when I raised under nothings of life,
Moments of worry still pulled rumpled sleeve.
What flaming motion had made me define
Passions of nature those I couldn’t keep?
Whispers from bottom of deep-blackened pit
Sometimes scratch walls with the asks of retreat,
And when I call searching for helping hand
My single voice reflects till echoes end…
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Why something happens from time and to time?
Something that’s simple but I can’t explain,
Something that brings glancing echoes of pain.
When I was falling to empty unknown
Breaking the feelings those made me alone,
Emptiness crawled and it filled me like air,
So freedom became something tranquil and fair…
Time will pass softly and cover the burst,
Loneliness rooted as infinite tree,
No fear of silent emotional frost,
Purification it’s given to me.
And when I raised under nothings of life,
Moments of worry still pulled rumpled sleeve.
What flaming motion had made me define
Passions of nature those I couldn’t keep?
Whispers from bottom of deep-blackened pit
Sometimes scratch walls with the asks of retreat,
And when I call searching for helping hand
My single voice reflects till echoes end…
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