From the sun's descent to its rising,
everything inside me begins devising.
All my soul within me surmising,
any doubt I am now disguising.
And with every passing instant i'm,
seeking the sanctity found in rhyme.
Hardhearted like in my approach,
I may look weary but I never lost hope.
It’s only that time has turned me cold,
all these tribulations, you'd think i was old.
With every breath I seek experience,
steadfast like, honor gains with perseverance.
Clear as day, I intend to listen to the words,
loud like the hills beckoning for shepherds.
I hope to grasp the heart of each line,
and to learn form truths left to the whims of time.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
From the sun's descent to its rising,
everything inside me begins devising.
All my soul within me surmising,
any doubt I am now disguising.
And with every passing instant i'm,
seeking the sanctity found in rhyme.
Hardhearted like in my approach,
I may look weary but I never lost hope.
It’s only that time has turned me cold,
all these tribulations, you'd think i was old.
With every breath I seek experience,
steadfast like, honor gains with perseverance.
Clear as day, I intend to listen to the words,
loud like the hills beckoning for shepherds.
I hope to grasp the heart of each line,
and to learn form truths left to the whims of time.
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