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Forever amateur author, here to work out my brain and maybe learn something in the process.
Rian de Berchelai
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I still call to you in my dreams, wondering if I’m ever in yours
Poetry
Every pauper has a heart that aches to express its love with the world
The closed door to the seer speaks of the mind and of reality
Just because we weren’t meant to be didn’t mean that I stopped loving you
We are but strangers to our achievements, here for a second then gone
Temptation circles your inner core, prodding for soft heart and weakness
Crying releases the words you can’t find, making room for peace inside
Even such a harsh, brutal world can offer an embrace of the soul.
The ever present instinctual desire to continue life
Life is seen in the flame, but only released by a passionate spark