Sweetly we stay, in places we left long ago. A drifting wave, thoughts travelling the unknown. A sleepy sea, longing for certainty. A silence in the space, And a separation from us. But who is us, or I, or the boundary in the lines? For I notice, I am not separate to the sky. ✼ …
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A poem: The World’s Revival
Amongst the pain, And the burnt flowers. The birds still sing, In the lost hours. No mention of arrogance, Or our beliefs. But they’ll laugh when we’re gone, When we think they’ll weep.
Agate Amara 