That happens in secret
With the halo of the unknown,
Often as a shadow of its hide,
Sometimes a desperate fumbling,
At other times calculating
and deliberate,
But not to live,
Just to be alive,
For a while,
Before to die,
And reborn stronger
Than pride.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
That happens in secret
With the halo of the unknown,
Often as a shadow of its hide,
Sometimes a desperate fumbling,
At other times calculating
and deliberate,
But not to live,
Just to be alive,
For a while,
Before to die,
And reborn stronger
Than pride.
