The air, cool and brisk
The first step is always a risk
But on my journey kept
A lonely go at this
The pier, long and dark
The first light does not arc
Engulfed in The Night
Just a rough start
The shops, full and lively
The last cent was spent wisely
All you buy you rent
Life ends concisely
The water, push and pulls
The last fog hinders an eyeful
Will the end cinder
Or does it icicle
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
The air, cool and brisk
The first step is always a risk
But on my journey kept
A lonely go at this
The pier, long and dark
The first light does not arc
Engulfed in The Night
Just a rough start
The shops, full and lively
The last cent was spent wisely
All you buy you rent
Life ends concisely
The water, push and pulls
The last fog hinders an eyeful
Will the end cinder
Or does it icicle
-Luca Ivaldi
Death has been on my mind lately. But I understand exploring the dark corners of your mind help you shine to those in dark times.
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