Minds tethered to the eyes tips


We walk this earth

Around, sights hold a barren dearth

Almost gone, theres a falling curtain

Rest becoming their certain


Some sole travelled and weary

Others hooked on another’s dreary

Lightning beams, saplings, generous and green

Living for a rerunning dream


In fields of folly we all begun

Looking for our sweet smelting sun

To come upon a shared solace

From many though, a piercing malice


Willing, a touch, greet to a holy meet

Peering from each’s retreat

Only, only for it exists

A wishlist murmur that always persists

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