The true friend of loyalty
A string within time
The inner voice that doesn’t speak but shows
the light that parks in front of our lines.
The heart is a stage
and this conscience is the curtain
Where character is the spoken language
Is it same for what ties the earth to our heads?
This journey of tomorrow that started yesterday
This is the seed that never dies
The fountain that never dries
Salt that earth’s this breath
Memories that will live as old as time
And scent that spells out the spell from the pot.
Ruddapoet x Wildkhard [TA]