Like a burning arrow soaring through the freezing clouds I turn into silent observer of a strange world of silver land… Lone spectator of restless thoughts conquering a cold winter day’s night… Quiet introspective of solitude abundant… Exposed exterior of vulnerable appearance… Where do my doubts reside? Is there a purpose to any path or is it just the perpetual legacy of time inhabiting our minds? Where do they reside? Where do they reside? As laden shoulders of stories untold pass by along the river bank… From my window, I turn into silent observer Lone spectator of restless thoughts… Is there a purpose to any path or is it just the perpetual legacy of time inhabiting our minds? Where do they reside? Where do they reside? (Xoanxo 2023)
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