The length of a thousand miles
doesn't last forever.
Everyone has a story
waiting to be written.
Some carry on
with hardly a voyage,
others don't know
the art of imagination
and barely
are those who find comfort
in transparency.
The open minds
will find understanding,
a few will be left believing
destiny has already foretold
everything
and the remaining
will consider mystery
can be never ending.
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Essence
PoetryThe air contained their souls. An unfolding story being told from time to time, with the help of the winds, the birds that flew against the breeze, the trees that shook off its leaves, and the other long lost storytellers; making them a never ending...
