SILENCE
In the lake of silence, we drown the ego and emerge anew.
By Eloise Robertson Published about a year ago • 1 min read
Surrendering to soundless solitude (sweet succour!)
I introspect ideology and identity. Imagination
Loses leash and limitation.
Ego expelled, easing into equilibrium.
Negativity nullified,
Confidently carefree, comfort concedes to
Emerging euphoria. Extraordinary emptiness.
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Eloise Robertson
I pull my ideas randomly out of thin air and they materialise on a page. Some may call me a magician.
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well written
Quite the great work at using alliteration in each of the lines. Exceptional to me. I published a few tongue twisters here on Vocal a long time ago. If interested you could read and give me your feedback/.