The Calling Of The Unworthy

Please do imagine a vacant quiet room with a body of silver-like water And stepping inside of it there is a tranquility hanging in its embrace It is there staring face to face with what is framed by the thickest gloom It is in a comforting horror somewhere deep within its restless repentance It is there to answer for the deeds of its stubborn and ignorant defiance It is magnificent like a dawn in bloom when it taps itself upon the shoulder For it to awaken for a life giving promise to be enjoyed the whole world over Unlike when dusk falls to reveal the familiar old kinkle in its cold case Like a painting done in its own image but with the color as it grows darker

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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