Do you seek the rhythm in a time so dire.
Hearing our desire.
Do you thirst for raindrops on a solar briar.
Lost inside our mire.
Do you curse the shadow of a wanton liar.
Now you feel our ire.
Do you beg and tarry for a stronger fire.
This we shall aspire… higher… and higher.
NaaN (Now, always and Never)
Poetry Time 92: Higher Hopes
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, Oct. 20, 2024
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