What is this world but fake,
Who lives it for truth sake?
An end in self or just a means,
What is this truth we revere;
Is it the idea or just the form
We cater to and so much dare
To deem it real for all that be,
Or t'is a thought worth the care?
|| Know no more about me, I, me and myself, in all; Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels, That, everyday, rise and fall.|| For an older version of my blog, visit here.
In the wilderness of the green lush trees, Between the sea and the hills; Mighty Poseidon of the seas - Upon the dazzling beauty of Kerkyra...
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