To pass over in silence
The preservation of love
Brutalised into evolving
Into the mould
of the unspoken
Teardrop missing from
an afterthought
No fears to follow
Where have I been but nowhere?
The sublimation of self
The freest of roads
Freed at last from the past and taking baby steps towards future should be the true essence of life. Keep plodding happiness is just round the corner.
To release self from pain is by tears, and tears can also a gate to enter happiness, so dont be sad about past, because we are at the border to enter happiness land if we want to :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Love passing over in silence Unspoken teardrop The sublimation of self may i call it the perfect poem. wonderful, excellent in poetic terms. thank you. tony