So many unspoken words reverberate,
In the mind they circulate,
The world around,
Looks at the beauty of the wearable and rusting tin that surround,
They forget about the nectar of life within which,
Lies the utopian bliss,
In order to find the eternal gold,
Look beyond what eyes can hold.
About Me
- D. Maskara
- I am one of the many individuals trying to establish an identity of my own in the big wide world :)
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