SUBTLETY IN EVERYDAY EXISTENCE

Lacklustre life has no meaning in the beginnings of tomorrow,

But what it is?

But what it is?

That’s my heart seeking?

Is it the company of another human?

Or the beauty of nature?

Or the softness of midnight dreams?

Or of candid moments precious?

I try to find an answer

Deep beneath shaken by my own being

Twisted by my own existence

Ruffled by the wild winds,

Chasing me like a ghost

I try to find an answer.

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