there are wonders that yet seek the eyes to make them exist
for there pass by the many unnoticed, these accidental secrets
when, becoming famous, trivialities dance with the fates
Reflection
1:42pm saturday, 8th august
The River to Life
Black Roses float down the river to life.
Soaked with the blood of martyrs.
Dreaming of the times, they shall not tell.
Only whispers heard in the corners of castles.
The peace and awe of immortality.
If one should find.
Cannot wither or bend.
And remains your only friend.
Reflection