The pages that were once blank,
Binded to a cover that was never.
The written words carry meaning,
Conveys true feelings of the author.
Existence in defiance of time,
Complications from the endless choices.
Watching the play of life,
Mind travels to different places.
Ethereal descriptions makes definition,
Of this voyage to the open sea.
Settle over coffee and tea,
Words map out this odyssey.
The antigone having said;
Storm clouds above gathers rain.
Illuminating the twist of fate,
Words could only spell pain.
On the crossroads of enigmas,
Upon the pedestal wonders reign,
No signs of final frontier,
Life necessitates a saint.
The book of life never took,
The fear in hearts strikingly few.
Sentences sometimes misunderstood,
Interpretations from different points of view.
Rests in arms of possessions,
Passed on through generations.
Without all endless limits,
On every page of imagination.
The pages covered in dust,
Writings flood the manuscript.
The countless dawns, the uninhibited sunsets,
Tragic ends, never weep.
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