Woven in ivory petals that adorn its
motions, a visual representation of
peace upon the visual stimulus that
will fly into the yonder of wishes.

But within this parcel of bleached
entitlement hiders a delirium that
isn't pondered upon with eyes
visualizing are secret not wanting.

For the optic perceptions are sunken
in extinction, a door to the soul and these
are parched darker than oblivions depths.
Tears never fall in the depths of a void.

*"Beauty has a secret, look within its sight,