POETRY

Without thought

His words would reflect a meaning, a message or even an idea, if you were to take the time for it. Just to read it in a different tone seems to conjure a completely obscure concept from the original glance, to vocalise the content could free your consciousness, or reveal a disturbing truth about oneself.

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DRIFT

Here we lie, in a deep illusion we glance at the distant idea, a reflection of truth basking in the night? or is it truth reflecting ourselves, hiding in the day, skipping through the minds, drowning in our thoughts, emerging through the flames anew.

Willow
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The summer of autumn
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Hunger
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Fall
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