In the Garden Of Exile
There is a safe haven for the fallen, and one morning I looked out my window and saw the sun, I saw the sun before it even began to rise, when the light was non- existent.
Forgive me.
Life is cruel and yet without a thought it continues to exist, beyond whatever stone you might’ve stumbled upon. Nothing persists through fire, and hence we quench the flames.
How terrible a realization this has come to be with no thought left to trace it, dull the existence and the light will dim.
Who is to ask for sun in the dead of winter but those who can’t appreciate the cold? It catches onto skin and finds a way through fingertips, death is never too far behind An isolated season with a past conquered and a future to fear. Merry weather, good wishes to all who brave the storm.
In the Garden Of Exile
There is a safe haven for the fallen, and one morning I looked out my window and saw the sun, I saw the sun before it even began to rise, when the light was non- existent.
Forgive me.
Life is cruel and yet without a thought it continues to exist, beyond whatever stone you might’ve stumbled upon. Nothing persists through fire, and hence we quench the flames.
How terrible a realization this has come to be with no thought left to trace it, dull the existence and the light will dim.
Who is to ask for sun in the dead of winter but those who can’t appreciate the cold? It catches onto skin and finds a way through fingertips, death is never too far behind An isolated season with a past conquered and a future to fear. Merry weather, good wishes to all who brave the storm.
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