The time spins ethereal
like a fast moving watch or clock
darkness through the usual night
as dawn provides, a spark
Stepping into the light
from the edge of the abyss
mid to morn, not withdrawn
bright and sweet, the kiss
No matter the eternity
spent without a fire or flame
such will always burn in you, or me
not what we've got or borrowed
but what we rose above
became
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
The time spins ethereal
like a fast moving watch or clock
darkness through the usual night
as dawn provides, a spark
Stepping into the light
from the edge of the abyss
mid to morn, not withdrawn
bright and sweet, the kiss
No matter the eternity
spent without a fire or flame
such will always burn in you, or me
not what we've got or borrowed
but what we rose above
became
Character is not the basis of strife, hard times or horrors faced.
But more succinctly, how we dealt with what we were forced too ;D
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