String

The string that binds us Is but a single thread of the great web. Only when a dewdrop clings May that one thread shimmer, Setting it apart from the rest Should that string be cut, Only the dewdrop would perish. Find this poem in my poetry book, Restless Reflections: A Collection of Poetry

Ode to Black

Ode to Black In the beginning, there is you and only you. In your endless travels through the infinite void, You master the art of emptiness. You are the ruler of nothing. You are the void. As strong as you are, there will be one who seeks to claim his supremacy. Soon the light will find you.... Continue Reading →

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