Center

by Dewoueld   Aug 11, 2016


Mataining true center admist the chaos is a task unchainable thus faced with this task while bound unfounded glory admist the pain we know.
What awaits the true believer whatever may come this truth will stand strong.
The makers song who's timely mast set sail what is hidden comes unbidden.
The watchers sleep and this wayfarer awaits the real awakening.

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  • 7 years ago

    by stormingdance (Lessa)

    Astounding imagery, truth in riddles. :)

    One possible correction? Who's (who is) should perhaps be whose?