The Beauty Of Life Trough The Eyes Of A Desperate Fool - Poem by Tristan Niggemann
The stillness of a vivid beating,
Vilified itself repeating,
Like the rhythm of a clock,
Dysfunctioning in awe and shock.
The beauty of a moment's splitter,
At first so sweet, then tasting bitter,
Like a comet falling deeper,
Climbing steep and falling steeper.
The crimson of a fiery dusk,
In the air a sacred musk,
Like the drawings of a dreamer,
Clarity where no one sees her.
The nostalgia of a rustling curtain,
Filling you with sad uncertain,
Like the shining of the night,
Stars and planets shining bright.
The gleaming of a distant sky,
With clouds of dreamers passing by,
Like the rattling of a train,
In freedom moving on unchained.
The heroism of a martyr dying,
Thousand of his people crying,
Like a sea of love and pain,
Nonetheless his deeds are vain.
The power of a blind man's will,
Moving mountains, just with skill,
Like the conquest of a king,
Fanfares on his towers sing.
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