It's easy to get lost
in this labyrinth of overwhelming roads
that have undeniably crossed,
an intensive attribute we all encounter with.The moments that are missed
in the contemplation of matters immaterial,
souls set on a sail to find the reasons they exist,
forgetting to relish the hours of lively ethereal.And what's lost might never return,
and what stays might not be forever,
and what's supposed to happen,
will happen at its right time.At that right time,
when you've travelled the long paths,
you'll see the break of dawn
cutting off the ephemeral bleakness,
just when you reach the highest point.°•°
Don't ever give up what you're fighting for. If you do, you won't ever get to see the sunrise.
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...