Wednesday, April 4

The Outcome Of Composing.

a little short something i wrote today :


Until this flame burns out, we'll keep shining through.
For all the others, we'll light up their darkness too.
For on this day, we seek the truth.
Look above you, beyond that roof.

What do you see?
The shadows flee.
What do you hear?
They tremble with fear.
What do you smell?
Oh, this is such hell.
Pay attention now,
Can you hear the sounds?

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