Intelligence
Soul awakening smell of the meadow
Like a dark hand coming from the shadow
Like a ghost with eyes burning bright
Like both the night and the light
All wish theirs it would be
But even divine it can’t really see
In it lies what is beyond infinity
Beyond immortality
That is abstract idea of intelligence
That every soul keeps in suspense
For every line that from its base grows
It can be detached in abstract like ghost that all secrets knows
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016
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