Coming across you was like
Walking past an abandoned dollar
on the surface we stroll upon.
Your atmosphere was a miracle
While my own was simple dust.
You were unaware of it but,
illumination was your ability.
Your notion was likewise,
but my work was divergent.
Physically.
Equivalent minds but dolefully
dissimilar movements.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Coming across you was like
Walking past an abandoned dollar
on the surface we stroll upon.
Your atmosphere was a miracle
While my own was simple dust.
You were unaware of it but,
illumination was your ability.
Your notion was likewise,
but my work was divergent.
Physically.
Equivalent minds but dolefully
dissimilar movements.
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