The Old Man Reciting His Title
I am the Old Man
My age?
Ah, does that still matter?
My title is called decrepit, or so they say
A title that wraps around my wrinkles
A title that wraps around my blurred eyes
A title that wraps around my dimming ears
Some say I have no strength,
but isn’t my age my strength?
Some say I have no power,
but isn’t my age my power?
Ah, does that sti...
Thursday 19th September 2024 8:35 am
Echoes beneath the Shadow of Faith
The cooing of the dove grows fierce
Upon hearing that its land is no longer safe
Many have died without a trace
Many hearts have turned to ashes
The wind speaks to the dove,
"Do you not know, there is something that can wound without a cut?"
"Do you not know, there is something that can set hearts ablaze?"
"It has no form, yet it feels sharp.”
"It has no form, yet hearts struck by it fee...
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