~ Welcome ~

Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~

Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand
in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Void

Often things we can't see worth the world
often what we can't express means mountains
there are too much to say and too little space here
perhaps nothing in depth makes much difference
the void of collective has drawn a line between
yet the boats are still sailing on sea
under moon lit glints mystery

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