My mind races,
Races and races
To unknown places.
My mind wanders to such unconditional places,
Such,
Scary places.
But this ran fell down on my head,
And it drips down my worried face.
Yes, that's right,
What reason is there to be so worried,
When heaven itself is crying down on me?
When heaven itself is
Much more important than myself.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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