The Aged


In your days
I was chased
In your stay
I was placed

Your words are powerful
But not in my hearing
Your wisdom is ancient
But void in my sensing

I never perceived the insight
Just like a blind fish
I never gazed the light
Just like a withered plant

Now my days of sight is fulfilled
But your words are no more
My seasons of intuition is ripe
But your path is washed

Just like the Queen of Sheba
But mine was never answered
I the days of my Inquisition
I just realized we are a world apart

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