Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, September 29, 2024

Thousand Deaths

 To part one soul suddenly from another 

is to die a thousand deaths each day,

separated by time and place

life seems to fade away. 


It is not of choice the path was carved,

for the journey of reckon would be long 

worlds apart the evil lurks and there is 

no writing all the wrongs. 



 


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