If your sanity is in question
Wrapping you up in uncertainty
If your thoughts are none but abstraction
And hold no entity
Heed these gentle words
Passed on from old to young
A truth not often heard
And is yet to be said by tongue
You are a child of the universe
You have no final form
Let parts of you disperse
Throughout the cosmic storm
For a tired mind is tired
And a heart's flame can flicker too
But a dauntless soul is dauntless
With its warmth innate in you
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoesíaAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
