The dust is ever-settling
on a world that is
ever-changing
—ever-shifting
and ever-bending—
The days are ever-ending
on a life that is ever-toilingSo in my time
—I may have said
every word
about every topic
about everything—
but I've found
that I can talk
about them more
—and more—
a thousand times too
because the soul
is ever-chasing
for the meaning of life
we are livingThe road is every-stretching
and the journey
ever-tiring
The sun beats down
ever-pressing
upon our backs
—ever-reaching and
ever-grasping—
Perhaps, the secret to life
is knowing that death
is the only thing
that is everlasting
DU LIEST GERADE
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poesie❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...