I think of the days,
I think of the past,
I think of those days; where i stood aghast,
By the blackness of the evening,
By the emptiness of street,
Within the mysteries of shadow.
And, where my thoughts stood like heaps of stones;
Remembering the days
Which were like rivers of rainbow,
And, how it goes you never know.
As if water in the streams dissapearing;
Leaving the fishes apart,
Where minds are left empty,
Skies clear;
And, the trees giving a mystical appearance
And, you never know.
Blankness, emptiness All are opportunities in life Blessed are those who can feel them. You are tested against values of life Never take those as just momentary Due to them, there are new arrivals. Only at those times You break the fence around you Move out in pursuit of life and living. Think it over and again… All the best.
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yet the mind is without fear by apprehension even despised by the reeks of shadow gleams of light when bedazzles the life yet we trudge the path by the shadows light and dark.............wonderful poem by the imagery in the plexus of living and life ahead when awesome...........igeniously green,10+, great write, thanks for sharing dearest Richy with deepest love