The Self
My soul sublimeexists in time.
Through birth
it came to Earth
Despite the finds
of finite minds
the fact
is I am cracked
for from the lands
of shining sands
I'm banned
until I stand
just like the rose
in humble pose
a bud
born out of mud.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2024-06-09 at 23:14
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