Shadow object
of destiny;
guide me
into the
multicolored light
at the end of
this dark tunnel
of mine
There is no
humor and sadness
to speak of;
only what is perceived
by two flickering
vessels of black
and white;
Even then,
the mind can
be so hard to trust
at times
Or so
I find.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Shadow object
of destiny;
guide me
into the
multicolored light
at the end of
this dark tunnel
of mine
There is no
humor and sadness
to speak of;
only what is perceived
by two flickering
vessels of black
and white;
Even then,
the mind can
be so hard to trust
at times
Or so
I find.
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