The autumn of myselfA Poem by anartaoDiscard this dusty ego,
like an overcoat in the sun
No more for false desires
will this grey matter motor run
To know nothing ever more
besides the seasons passing time
To spend eternity without self
, a stillness so sublime
Shed my skin like autumn leaves
, exposing boughs of bone
And leave the wind to sigh within
these branches once i’ve flown © 2013 anartao |
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Added on January 17, 2013 Last Updated on January 17, 2013 Author
anartaoSydney, AustraliaAboutI write to keep my self sane, and because the act of writing is also one of creating, and with the majority of power in the world today laying in the hands of destroyers, we need all the creators we c.. more..Writing
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