Stigmata of the folly and the shameful
have sealed the image of a daring soul,
But all the revelations of the watchful
Were prone to tame the melancholic roar.
Where all the splendid magic constellations
Not overshadowed by the gloomy sad
And where the new symbol of the mercy
pervades the lifetime essence as the zest.
And fills the space with joyful and contentment,
Where the mischief of lines is so right
Dissolving into image full-protected
And like a storm, sincerity brings thrice
And shackles of the dreams becoming broken.
In cherished rhythms of sweet and pleasant day,
Gives light we wisely realize so promptly
Transferring to transparent colors' flame ...
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Author:
cellinic (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2024 11:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Great write
This is a great read and write, Thank you
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