Cross roads within our pathways,
As our minds flock to our own rhythms.
Likes of individual galaxy compounded,
And formulated into a personal chemistry.
Truth of stars perflexed by undiscovered universe,
And each stars collide in the void vexed with uncontrolled momentum.
Yet there are the singlular truth in all chaos,
And the relentless ether split to the vastness of space,
Like calm ocean that allow our solice.
Those days are but a yonder,
As we ponder upon the yearning impulses.
In the stillness of a full cup of water without a pin drop,
And with inner thoughts still hunger,
But still reach the vestige garden alone.
Vintage of souls forgotten in our hearts,
And shattered beats asunder murmur in tranquility.
As perpatual ideals die in the burning stars,
We are in space alone in dreams.
No longer a thought of discord,
nor any dissidents displayed,
But maybe that was an act of love unspoken.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
Cross roads within our pathways,
As our minds flock to our own rhythms.
Likes of individual galaxy compounded,
And formulated into a personal chemistry.
Truth of stars perflexed by undiscovered universe,
And each stars collide in the void vexed with uncontrolled momentum.
Yet there are the singlular truth in all chaos,
And the relentless ether split to the vastness of space,
Like calm ocean that allow our solice.
Those days are but a yonder,
As we ponder upon the yearning impulses.
In the stillness of a full cup of water without a pin drop,
And with inner thoughts still hunger,
But still reach the vestige garden alone.
Vintage of souls forgotten in our hearts,
And shattered beats asunder murmur in tranquility.
As perpatual ideals die in the burning stars,
We are in space alone in dreams.
No longer a thought of discord,
nor any dissidents displayed,
But maybe that was an act of love unspoken.
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