Untitled Ii - Poem by Blissful Anonimity
when one has turned each rock and stone,
what more is there to see?
when one has scars for all thrills conceived,
are there adventures left so seek?
when myths and legends to silence give,
what drives a man to dream?
when love is found, and cherished, and wished,
and forthwith lost to fortune's grip
what more is there that's left to be?
than embrace with one's mind
what the heart could not feel?
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