‘Decandent,

With my bare feet

I walk over my earth.

Now I feel the cold

linger through my water.  

One with my mother

and in sorrow with my stream.

That was my happiness

thus, she walked in between.

How come I was afraid

for the undeniable

if the world was not afar?

I sought and it seemed

that this world was my dream.

My ghost Lullaby,

hear the rhythm of my soul

as now we flee together

and take that inquiring stroll.

Finally we follow our hollow mind

with our wings spread

we flee with the blind.

Who we are at the eternal gates

had to be our wishes as we remind.

Nothing defeats the pain,

but the reason we believe in our kind.



 

6 responses to “‘Decandent,”

  1. “With my bare feet I walk over my earth. Now I feel the cold linger through my water. One with my mother and in sorrow with my stream.” You construction is beautiful.

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