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Roots
Life is solid, made of earth and stone,
of roots that sink deep into the silence of the soil.
Each step, an echo in the field of time,
each breath, a reminder that we are (in)finite.
There is strength in the winds we cannot see
and in the falling leaves that fear not the winter.
Love is not fleeting, but like the rock,
firm, built in the fissures of being.
And when the sky closes,
when th...
Friday 24th January 2025 5:16 am
Kaleidoscope Memory
Like the first mirror reflects whats before it
I live in the past
Anchored by my commitments
I failed to take that class
The angle of time constricts at a point
Silent in its steps despite how vast
Ranging millenia little by little
The promise is a lie you can not outlast
Through the scope I inspect my thought
Regret is not the word because I have made peace
Feel the grip of anxi...
Monday 13th January 2025 12:50 pm
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