Flower
Photo by: Sosse Karasarkissian Flower She sings a cold tune A subtle breeze beneath the midnight moon Interpreting the words, succinctly deployed I stare into the void Born without purpose Tickets to life I didn’t purchase I walk and chew gum at the same time But am I really fine? When we state the mindlessness of things And the dread which our existence brings I feel a comfort that I know There’s nowhere to go You can show me objective truths to strengthen my view Reveal the ideals…
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