Tuesday, May 9, 2023

Divine oscillations

 A little bit of darkness doesn't harm

It's calming; unlike a thin slice of light

That masquerades, as hope in a dying village,

Into our hearts, only to invade our minds

And leave us, stupefied with broken promises. 

Such is our tragedy, of heavenly bodies

Circling in a duel between two eternal duals.

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