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Is the glorious sun setting down ?
Or is it perhaps rising gallantly ?
It’s okay , I need not to know ,
I need not to know
till I still have the thirst
for living a life
that’ll be worthwhile ;
I need not to know
if the sky in the next instant
is going to burn too bright
or be swallowed in black .
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)
YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
