Written in eternity

Stab me and prod me,And clip both my wings,Hurt me and mute me,And burn all my things. Stab me and prod me,But just know my name,‘Coz when I will rise back,I’ll be doing the same. ~ Hurt me and mute me,But watch as I grow,From ashes to fire,A fire on snow. ~ Come now and…

How Eternal?

I brood over the fact eternity to be precise If eternity accompanies in life and demise. Death doesn’t wait for any nor the infant in the womb How long can eternity stand itself in its eternal tomb. If it exists it always does the most precious all around timelessness might be radiating wisdom waiting to…