Daring to Live

In forests unknown

I yearn to explore

Another past yore

Away from the ashes

In comes the trail

Feeling of sorrow

I feel I must borrow

Another heart-stone

To sow

Wailing under the past depths

Languishing in shrieking thought-worlds

All the silence is all around me

There is no secret in this world

All the mountains past, I see

All the lingering ruins

Hopes, attachments, broken times

Friend betraying, no loyalty, no craving

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Hercynian Forest

Communitarian progressive and history buff. Socioeconomic and intellectual history, general history, philosophy, politics, art, culture, ideology, social issues