I've seen spaces spanning vaults of thought; emotions without end.
Floors of light, unfolding droughts of something naught pretend.
I've seen things of such delight forlorn, causing terror at the sight.
Here, horrid beauty is the norm, beyond such things as wrong and right.
I've seen the strange and the marvelous, never doubting why what is.
Upon stout heart; adventurous, toward what promises be made.
Between all these things I have grown old, of changed and shifting hue.
Yet all these things which I have seen, could not amount to you.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
I've seen spaces spanning vaults of thought; emotions without end.
Floors of light, unfolding droughts of something naught pretend.
I've seen things of such delight forlorn, causing terror at the sight.
Here, horrid beauty is the norm, beyond such things as wrong and right.
I've seen the strange and the marvelous, never doubting why what is.
Upon stout heart; adventurous, toward what promises be made.
Between all these things I have grown old, of changed and shifting hue.
Yet all these things which I have seen, could not amount to you.
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