#vss365
What would this life be–
in the promised hundred–
if this be the remembered one?
Born to be one, the heart to pound alone,
Any company but solitude be folly.
Yet, one dances on the #razor’s edge,
Forsaking reason, hope on love’s pledge,
In a path in the wilds, round and round,
Losing, realizing the right path–yet nowhere bound,
That be the fate of souls in mortal clay,
Bruised or hurt, seeking unknown pain each day.
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-blood.html
