Threads
Breeze anew, I felt.
Amidst the heat.
As it moved.
Whispered silently.
Mocking, in my ear.
Those solemn words.
Elusive whisks and wisps.
I thus, was meant to hear.
As the day faded.
Slowly turned, into night.
From threads, into thoughts.
It developed.
There I sat - Solidified.
Faced, onto emptiness.
Into the night.
Stones outside.
While within.
Hollows burned.
Flames alingered.
Remained still.
Those hopes, wishes.
Which, I had kept.
While all else born.
Became corrupted, or was lost.
These threads of value.
Still remained.
Too stubborn - Precious.
To simply, vanish - disappear.
They remind me, of what was.
Question worth, I valued.
What madness gripped?
Tainted sense, sensibility.
Evermore.
Until nothing, but money.
Fame, success!
Its ultimate futility.
Mattered anymore.
Perhaps all I asked.
Aspired for.
A smile unique.
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poem by Ilari Rahja
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