Naivety

Naive are those who have never understood      the con of ego, And naive are those that create foe;When the moment is fleeting And hours dying, and times dwindling,And with each fraction of a second, Each wink of an eye, a dark laneIs being formed; we witherAnd in the dark like a smother. Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Childhood

With the frigid winter breeze,Comes the tide of childhood wheeze. Born to never die as a darting flicker,As some untold fable, childhood lingersIn the distant inwards of memories, and folksTo touch every corner, every recess of the soul.Touch this soul with the season’s greetings,Call upon this life with the warmth of feelings,Bless all that comeContinue reading “Childhood”

Thought

Deep in thought the night is lapsing into.The wind swept leaves Murmur around this close extant.I recall days of sweet songs and fun,The days left but in the dairy of the mind. Void our human stories,They reminiscence of timeBitter more often than not. hey are ingrained tales of sorrow and longing. Copyright: Welkin Siskin

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