When
The burning candle is extinguished,
There surrounds
A curtain of darkness
And without an aim in life
We wander
Thro' the wayside
Leading a life of
Uncertainity and error,
Neveer personify
The nature of the past
Nor evoke sympathy
In the wake of the created destiny.
Left to the mercy
To those who dare
To venture
And to extract the purity
Of honey,
As pure as raindrop
Left in the soul
Of an unfortunate untouchable.
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2 comments:
That was too good. Just too good... Portraying darkness in a way other than trying to explore it's haunting beauty.
Peace.
@ Kartz:
Don't we live in darkness and always wanted 2 leave it behind us?
It was a true potrayal of life.
Thanks, u r words give peace.
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