As the lone wanderer walked across the desert sands,
He has only known these burnt badlands,
Under the clear stars and the white full moon,
He climbed upon a lonesome dune.
There he chanced upon a lonely Rose,
It's petals to the moonlight expose,
Here it sat embroidered with dark,
He held out his hand wondering if it'd except his ever darkening spark.
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Random poetry, philosophy and thoughts.
AléatoirePoetry, philosophy and such coming to mind. Although be warned this book does prospect many things you may not feel comfortable with, reading at your discretion.
