His axe, it cracked my outside shell,
His words, they burnt, they made me dwell.
My semblance tore into pieces, asunder,
But he sewed this mind together, by wonder.
"And what in fluctuating appearance hovers, Ye shall fix by lasting thoughts." - Goethe
Awesome & refreshing as always!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Still trying to get back to the writing mode :/
DeleteReading this, it never seemed that you lost touch!
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