How can one reach the edge of abstract things?
Is it possible to pass the point of the feeling it brings?
But this exceeds the limit of the limitless
Passes the point of what one can possess
How does an abstract thing devour a mortal form?
Then... commands it to bend and conform
But ... this abstract thing sets one on fire
Shocking how one doesn't burn but only go high and higher
This abstract thing does keeps one warm
And reassures in the midst of every storm
How does it gets one lost and nowhere to be found?
Yet makes the most perfect turn around ...
That's your love.
That I do get sick of
I admit it sometimes gets rough
Yet I'll never have enough
We've surpassed every limit
To point of now loving you with my spirit.
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INAUGURATION : An Unexpected Flow
PoëziePOETRY . Flows from unknown depths Grows from unknown roots Soars to unknown heights Leaps to unknown boundaries Open unknown doors Some passions were unexpected  ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ Im not a poet. Some times I do write.  ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄