Beauty surrounding a world made of dust
no carpet to sweep it under, just the realization
of truth, understanding, and purification.

Solitude contributes a time to listen to the
silence, a time where clouds show a pinkish
haze, a moment to close the book of yesterday,
a time to open the book of wisdom.

Lift the thickness of confusion, close the
door that cools with comfort collecting memories
no time to keep, no time to devour food of the
gods, not for a tempting drifter willing to give
his heart to you.

Alarms sound out from a distant believer
where you wonder you shall not stay, not
for one reason but many, you have chosen
to be alone, to gather your thoughts, your
the fallen statue, an angel from a distant time
and place.

Knowledge reflection captures, not the
weaken heart, captures the forbidden
fruit, red, filled with flavor, a verse from
a written song, where dreams became
illusions, and illusions dreams.

Be happy! You still walk among the misty
nights, verse no longer a song, only shallow
words you thought of once upon a time that
brought you closer to that unlived dream.


By DerenaBree
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