𝙄𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨
𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨;
𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚,
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠
𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙨
𝙄’𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨;
𝙇𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝
𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
𝙄𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨
𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨;
𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚,
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠
𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙨
𝙄’𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨;
𝙇𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝
𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧.
Beautiful. The more we look the deeper we go and the meaning changes.