Eyes flickered, soul gleamed.
The song of the winged creatures traversed through the body;
so deep and tranquil.
The vivid sky beamed,
Unaware of my existence,
Yet I smiled; so happy.
Everything is good.
Merry spirits roamed about,
Not a care in the world.
The pale shimmer of moonlight,
The dazzling dance of stars;
So sensual; so dynamic.
What a reality.
Dreams flickered, reality gleamed.
The songs, so desolate, shook the ground;
so deep and chaotic.
The sombre sky frowned,
Unaware of my existence,
Yet I smiled; did I?
Everything is fine.
Uneasy spirits roamed about,
Not a care in the world.
The gloomy glister of moonlight,
The murky shush of stars;
So melancholic; so passive.
What a reality.
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
