In the Dark of Things
I love to remain
In the dark of things, in their secrets.
I love to fathom creation,
To flee like a belief,
Like exiled art
Like an unnamed obscurity, without certainty--
In every tomorrow I’m born anew.
Adonis
I love to remain
In the dark of things, in their secrets.
I love to fathom creation,
To flee like a belief,
Like exiled art
Like an unnamed obscurity, without certainty--
In every tomorrow I’m born anew.
Adonis
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