An egg holds the boon of life,
Or curse, I do not know;
The fog of uncertainty is masked,
By the assertions we hold.
.
Is it the blind Love that guides us,
Or leads us astray, I do not know;
In the rivers of delusion and ambiguity,
Aimlessly, we row.
.
The point is,
the pointlessness,
of moving Aimlessly,
towards an aim.
.
An aim shaped by ourselves,
From dubious hope to bold faith,
Unregarded truth shines Infront of our eyes,
But that’s the luxury of blindness.
This cannot be any more beautiful! ❤
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Thank you so much! really means a lot.
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Brilliant
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Beautiful
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So much deep meaning in each line… wonderful use of words… awesome
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Good Thought, Nice Composition. Read book titled Jonathan Livingston Seagull. You will like it..
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This is beautiful :’)
I’m not exaggerating… This is one of my most favorite poems! :’) love it!
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Thank you ❤
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