Silence of thought energizes me indefinitely, allowing for solace to become me interiorly.
Stationing self along borders of reclamation, hoping for processes to gather me into arms of ideas.
Fortunately, seizing moments of intense abstraction on wings of glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Take wings and fly into arms of abstract ideas reclaiming borders of self. Interesting piece. Thought provoking. Nice write.