He is a sculpture split in two
He whom is known
A Mind shaped with historical intellect bound by faith
A Face made of concrete polished with grace
A Mouth that breaths callous yet sings warm passion
A heart that showers a love so sound..
The strength of the sculpture begins to crack
A mind full of memories-knowledge-life’s connections emit out
In his eyes an anguish of fear and confusion speak volumes
For now his words are lost
In the jungle of synapse
To he who is unknown...
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
He is a sculpture split in two
He whom is known
A Mind shaped with historical intellect bound by faith
A Face made of concrete polished with grace
A Mouth that breaths callous yet sings warm passion
A heart that showers a love so sound..
The strength of the sculpture begins to crack
A mind full of memories-knowledge-life’s connections emit out
In his eyes an anguish of fear and confusion speak volumes
For now his words are lost
In the jungle of synapse
To he who is unknown...
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