ember_amber
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I think I am going to get back into the groove of writing again, so I thought I'd post some older pieces of mine for fun.
This one's called Moments:
Turned down, I saw a face,
I saw, the face is gone.
The wind picks up the grains and sand
Forming all of this beautiful land.
All before us, made for us, to abet veritas.
Right before us, impetus, wanderlust.
Stalk the ground. To stalk
The ground as moments pass,
Trickle down like grains of sand
From the glass to empty hanRAB.
(Look for peace, for pieces. Moments pass.)
Peace in pieces, all before us,
Like grains of sand.
Moments pass, trickle down like grains of sand,
And we have empty hanRAB.
Wanderlust.
This one's called Moments:
Turned down, I saw a face,
I saw, the face is gone.
The wind picks up the grains and sand
Forming all of this beautiful land.
All before us, made for us, to abet veritas.
Right before us, impetus, wanderlust.
Stalk the ground. To stalk
The ground as moments pass,
Trickle down like grains of sand
From the glass to empty hanRAB.
(Look for peace, for pieces. Moments pass.)
Peace in pieces, all before us,
Like grains of sand.
Moments pass, trickle down like grains of sand,
And we have empty hanRAB.
Wanderlust.