Thy eyes search for something
That something disappeared for naught
In the times of despair and vulnerability
It was wrecked, thrown and broke
But then it was reconstructed
Although restricted in its chains
The clock bid adieu for Before
The dawn welcome the After
Things have changed and the ground trembles
Through the lashes, the spectrum shoots out
Thy look is as it was a joke
But a smile is painted in thy memory
And thee realized, it was the something that was lost
Now stand across thee in its return
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The Admin's Book
RandomWelcome to The Admin's Book. The book of thoughts, secrets and just anything from or about the admin. Venture on, my friend ^-^ “My words itch at your ears till you understand them” ― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
