originally written on: May 31st, 2017
i can't stop
flying higher,
swimming deeper;
now, exploring more
is like a daily chore.
why should i stop?
from achieving great heights,
discovering great depths;
now, unearthing hidden treasures
give me the most pleasure.
i will not stop!
till i'm up very high,
not afraid to go down deep;
now, until i get the best
i will not rest!
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Empyrean: Where Worlds Fly High
Poetryempyrean/ˌɛmpʌɪˈriːən,ˌɛmpɪˈriːən,ɛmˈpɪrɪən/ noun the highest part of heaven, thought by the ancients to be the realm of pure fire. | Collection Of Poems| Let me write you a beautiful picture; Take you high, Take you low. Show you what word...
