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Think of windows here, As a part of you.. halves And quarters division; albeit in unequal measures. Think of them .. as a gateway to your soul. The Spectacle seen Peeping through, may be your revelation clear. Think of clouds at the top, A head full of dreams. Plethora no mortal could, One lifetime, found wanting A singular life is so unfair. Think of green fields, lush An ever fleeting illusion_ A maritime expedition ! Gentle discord of youthful years. Think of the collosal trees, And how they have grown. Over the years.. into you. Unfathomable phenomenon. Dizzying, if you try surmise. Think of the divisions, Conflicted contradictions. They are necessary rebellions. Barely mindful of all they divide. Think of the picture whole, A graceful dishelvmemt, Puzzle pieces nonplussed. Chaos in divisions unified. Pause, now for a moment And think_ the glass that gives it all, perspective. Refracted wisdom oodling to guide you the way ! Reflections making you mindful; so you may not forget. Head full of clouds, Feet glued to the ground. Couldn't your reckoning be any clear ?
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
The Looking Glass
Think of windows here, As a part of you.. halves And quarters division; albeit in unequal measures. Think of them .. as a gateway to your soul. The Spectacle seen Peeping through, may be your revelation clear. Think of clouds at the top, A head full of dreams. Plethora no mortal could, One lifetime, found wanting A singular life is so unfair. Think of green fields, lush An ever fleeting illusion_ A maritime expedition ! Gentle discord of youthful years. Think of the collosal trees, And how they have grown. Over the years.. into you. Unfathomable phenomenon. Dizzying, if you try surmise. Think of the divisions, Conflicted contradictions. They are necessary rebellions. Barely mindful of all they divide. Think of the picture whole, A graceful dishelvmemt, Puzzle pieces nonplussed. Chaos in divisions unified. Pause, now for a moment And think_ the glass that gives it all, perspective. Refracted wisdom oodling to guide you the way ! Reflections making you mindful; so you may not forget. Head full of clouds, Feet glued to the ground. Couldn't your reckoning be any clear ?
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28/M/India
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
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