this one moves different
got its own energy like the rest of them
but doesn't feed off the rest of them
self sustaining
and thriving
as for the withering ones that come across it
suddenly they're reviving
as if the Golden Fleece was laid down
letting what was almost lost found
too good to be true
a neglected spark who knew
rapidly growing potential for the doomed few
YOU ARE READING
meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
