05/09/2020
โข ๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ๐ โข
The very time is eternal,
Our soul is a journal,
The weapon may be verbal,
Just enough to pierce through the internal.
Notes are taken, from the hurdle,
Soul's awaken from being of dull
With the drop of tear along the rain,
Flowing south like a disdain.
This feeling is not anew,
Its existence is proof of making of you.
In the multiverse of infinite possibilities,
With combinations beyond the thinking of a few.
The mirror in which you see,
The face of the being that was created,
How likely were you to exist?
One is to four trillion like you.
You are rare, you beat 4 trillions,
What are you worried about?
Go do the things you love,
For the feeling of love is like time- eternal.
@ The Light Within
