Alleyway
(By: Karla Wagener on Friday, October 28, 2022
11:46 AM)
The beginning of the end,
Where is it from?
Where can it possibly go?
Who has the keys?
Where are opening doors?
There is no conflict
When we know the truth.
The narrow escape hatch
Often leads to hope.
Who has the keys?
Where are opening doors?
There is no conflict
When we know the truth.
The narrow escape hatch
Often leads to hope.
The highest thoughts
Bring forth such beautiful words.
We are freed
When we know what the poets
Have always known.
Truth is not a thing.
It is a feeling.
The philosophers and scientists
Often only confuse.
Yet in obscure solitary places concealed...
The secret, so sacred, muse.
We are freed
When we know what the poets
Have always known.
Truth is not a thing.
It is a feeling.
The philosophers and scientists
Often only confuse.
Yet in obscure solitary places concealed...
The secret, so sacred, muse.
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