in marching towards oblivion we encountered someone there a faceless nameless thing of the past standing silently waiting there "your life" he said extending his hand and i gave him a pearl from my chest a pearl from my chest
in marching towards oblivion we encountered someone there a faceless nameless thing of the past standing silently waiting there "your life" he said extending his hand and i gave him a pearl from my chest a pearl from my chest
One of my favorite poems of all time. It makes me think. Another amazing poem By Emma :D.
Amazing. You should have a portfolio and submit it somewhere. Or publish it. Or share it with your friends. Or something. Anyways, the imagery is so surreal and “shimmery” ( that’s the best way for me to describe it)