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The Moment The MomentThe Moment by ~fuglyseep
Why having is worth being had. Why doing is worth being done. Some day, he
will look
at these days as the climax of his youth, but for now, he will look ahead.
Always ahead.
Towards a distant light. Ahead until he is blinded. He ventures on, no tears
for his sight,
only for what he had. For what he did.
The end.
Paragon ParagonParagon by ~fuglyseep
Poetry decomposes at this man's feet: he walks immortal through a fog of perishable figures.
A gesture,
a simple gesture;
and it is unforgettable, our mind is branded with
passion.
Who are we to doubt this man, whose presence dims lights,
whose speech inspires nature,
whose death is attended by many?
This doubt is rot in our brain. It will eat our heart and devour our soul.
Sta.sh
