Who else is out there, besides God and this pen, to accompany me in the shadows of despair?
When the truth unfolds in the wind and it spreads scattered as the particles in a sandstorm,
what else does a man see except for the haze caused by it?
And when it strikes a man of hope out of nowhere - it is as if the luminance in the eyes of the living soul extinguishes.
But I forget.
I forget that those who have faded into oblivion for you, are only empty brushstrokes on this canvas you paint.
I forget.
That the faint-hearted anger expressed viciously is only a cat deceived by the looks of a lion.
It is like this ring of faith I wear that once shone like the bright moon.
But now it is being tarnished by rust, and I see its fragments descending on my feet like the autumn leaves.
But I forget
Some decrees bring solace to the souls,
other decrees are unforgotten.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
