Let me do a thing.
Let us start again.
Make a new a beginning.
Make it out of nothing.
Words are fleeing.
You can just say something.
Days are fleeting.
And it's ticking no ending.
Two minds are singing.
A song that's long forgotten.
To ancients its melodies' akin
From it our lost souls have risen.
Say it. Speak of it. Again and again.
Sing it like it's never forbidden.
Any words. Just say something.
Words that has never been spoken.
That will lead to this ultimate finding.
YOU ARE READING
TERRA INCOGNITA
PoetryNo way ever so undoing an unbreakable wall conspiratorially built by those shattered themselves.
