Ephemerality Of Thoughts [POEM]

Left alone with nothing to do

makes one think of strange things

even if it lasted only for a moment.

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                     Still can't find the snail picture.

                     Here's something else instead.

                     P.s. Yeah, I tried to do something

                     different again...

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Ephemerality

Of Thoughts

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ıllı Alessio Lin ıllı

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#PoemsByKyrie

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I haven't told anyone about my name,

but that all changes today,

the narrator's a boy so awkward

that one might miss out his story,

Still, just listen please,

Now where on earth do I begin with this?

Oh, I'll start with its origin,

you've probably heard of those church hymns,

well, there you go, that's where I got it,

I carry with me a name that means “Lord,”

and I am really proud of it,

sure, others mock me for this name I bear,

still, they've no qualms of “Kyrie,”

This is a story, distant past,

something one might forget,

still, I 'bout

the question I made then,

“Why Kyrie?”

I simply asked innocently,

gazing up into their eyes,

just waiting for their response,

“Wait until you're older,

so please wait patiently for it, dear,”

“Okay, maybe I'll uncover it now,

about the enigma of my name,”

says this youth that's tall and towering,

curiosity overload,

I asked them with the same question,

as with the same innocent gaze,

I've been waiting for this for my whole life,

“What is the reason behind my name?”

This is a story, distant past,

yet I ed

how I asked for the answer

of my serious question,

They just told me

to think nothing much about my name,

a name that they've decided

'cause they want me to soar,

Waiting for the answer

that would never come

is quite disheartening—

please, answer me?

And just like that, I left it in the past,

thinking not much of it,

just forgetting 'bout it,

and yet, like a miracle,

it came upon me,

this question that still remained unsolved,

Now stands is a youth who wears glasses,

his eyes had grown from searching

the answer that he just couldn't get

no matter how much he truly tried,

“I think what I asked was just simple,

why the need for secrecy?”

time and time again, I did ask,

but now it was but some old memory,

Ah, a memory that came back to me,

but should I search for the answer

or let it die, be forgotten

like it once had before today?

“Ah, I think… I might,”

Without warning,

I was told to come— what's happening?

They said that it was the time

to answer my question,

And even though

I was on the verge of giving up,

I nodded, then repeated

this question in my head,

And in quiet whispers did they told me

of just how on earth my name came to be,

I had never expected that answer,

I told me, myself, and I,

up in the rooftop, I relaxed,

I felt the wind beneath my wings,

The narrator's a boy so awkward,

he fumbles around with his height,

still, he took off his worn glasses,

wanting to see if gods do fly.

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ıllı Justin W ıllı

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