Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....) (angiasaa) wrote,
Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....)
angiasaa

Value Unknown....

whatever the scene, there's a choice in all of us....
No need to figure on for eternity cares not....

No value in eternal strife and judgement,
that fears none of our hearts, for time immemorial....

Joining in blissful silence I see not a drop of tearless wettness..
I weep, in liquid fantasy,...

Choosing a path so oft assembled,
I shake my thoughts off into utter oblivion....

Such feelings as don't perish by day,
Such anger that lasts deep into the folds of sleep....

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You must be wondering what this is.... :) If you're still unsure, I trust it was worth posting it here. :)

God bless you and good luck,
Kaydeeyoh!
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