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Who Knows
What could have been
Lingers, in the ether
Sparks we made
Could have roared
Fervent orange
With fire bellow
But
I splashed water on it
Buried it down under
With ashes from before
The coming days, may swerve
To make a goal, once missed
Who knows, who knows
What time, can put forth.
Lingers, in the ether
Sparks we made
Could have roared
Fervent orange
With fire bellow
But
I splashed water on it
Buried it down under
With ashes from before
The coming days, may swerve
To make a goal, once missed
Who knows, who knows
What time, can put forth.
Published 28th Oct 2020
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Anonymous
- Edited 1st Jan 2022 9:45pm
28th Oct 2020 8:07pm
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28th Oct 2020 9:09pm
TY for your honest feedback rew.
Love your interpretation of the repeated words "who knows". It just made sense to write it two times for some reason I have yet to uncover the meaning behind it for myself.
Love your interpretation of the repeated words "who knows". It just made sense to write it two times for some reason I have yet to uncover the meaning behind it for myself.
Anonymous
- Edited 1st Jan 2022 9:45pm
28th Oct 2020 9:58pm
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I love the human existential feel of this questioning ink...for some reason it reminded me of what the ancient Greeks said...If you want to make the Gods laugh, tell them of your plans.
🎅 Harry
🎅 Harry
