Rain falls all around the exterior,
Within which I sit within, storming, as well.
Waters rushing from below, a well;
A flow one cannot dispel
for it does compel
one to dive deeper and seek.
oceans lie in between the valleys and peaks of the mind of the meek, who shall in silence inherit the earth...
the oceans tides rise to hug the shores of an animate form on the worlds edge.. what is left?
I wonder...
If there is no-thing more.
than every-things sum, is completion.
to reach stillness is death,
the path of crystallization, petrification
stagnation, and deep contemplation,
appearing as if though to hold a breath
no longer kept and absent i ask with elation...
"If free to choose, with none to lose, how can one feel lost?"
is there a reason that the pendulum swings back and i feel a cost...
yes...
to lose is to gain, for droughts come the rain,
no need to attempt and explain (without, just rain.)
About the Creator
Stiven Espinosa
Within the landscape in which all is possible.
I dig up gems with the swing of wit by the day to share of them in the quiet, Just before dawn. Poems, Writings, And Heart.
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A truth rendered.
I fell in love with a girl in North Carolina. There was not much left to say and that is why saying to much, came at my dismay. Where there was nothing to defend I sought to raise in arms. To prove what was already clear searching in the stars. Indeed I had high hopes for whom in my life you’d be. Losing sight through time of the wild queen before me.
By Stiven Espinosa5 years ago in Poets
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