Demise deviates from its route
When life clings to its smile
And love springs from its root
When the soul deluged by the Majestic Nile
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Pain is the pulse that shall not wane
Sight and super powers we derive
One of the signs one still sane
And the flames aglow and alive
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End not your world for a word
And feed not what cannot be fed
A word wraps a state while a whole is the world
Souls of Light have Love to nourish and spread
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How vain to confine the sight to a favourite one
When the universe ready to offer its treasure
Nature agrees not to feed only on its sun
We just learn to breed what fills the soul beyond measure
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I believe in the word though I can’t trust
It wears the colours and shades of its brain
One time deceiving, one other pure and just
The power to bond the sane to what is insane
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Attaining its limits the word turns silent
And a hidden bond creates its very codes
Wearing the scents of a serene island
A magic wave my pains and griefs erodes
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- Published: January 23rd, 2023 10:30
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