The potential of nothingness
Much ado about nothing and its fame,
or more to consider about the same.
The to and fro by carousel thought,
heaving and dashing caught.
A fair evening and warm vapor fills the air,
distant ideas seem clearly near.
Through that slow appearing star-lit night,
swift birds of passage on their flight.
Hearing that cry in strange voices high,
falling and dreaming from the sky.
Forms one cannot see in flow,
sounds of strange delight and woe.
Or are those thoughts of songs,
ado pleasure, pains and wrongs.
Hearing my soul in cry from toiling,
with nothing but ideas of spoiling.
Realms true potential of an elusive night,
murmuring sounds and images just rhymed.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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