Much i witness a many mortal hearts Whose quoth hast clearest bluesh dome like Who hath sayest a purest divine hearts hast All claiming verses source from cometh mind Couldst smelt behind the verses their Just earthly grinded verses from all Yet witnessed nay i divine purest beats Nor smelt behind of any sayest verses All claimed verses some one grinded on Doth not all knowst their i-ness and self The fear within grinded by coded scripts A dusty layer upon layers settled rest along All upon roads of holy stagnant codes run In river streaming changing breaths of life A stagnant lake is ceased breath alike Nor ending neither beginning slumber on same THEE cruel nay of much upon creation OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATafterlosingher • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.
