As I tread through the
murky waters,
The apparition whispered
the joy of pain as
we treaded further,
into the tunnel.
With just a quarter left,
to the end,
the apparition left me,
all alone and murky,
constricted in my own mind.
The tunnel, with time,
taught me the joy,
within me, hidden
as I whisked to the end.
To be soaked in the Love,
in the Universe.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
As I tread through the
murky waters,
The apparition whispered
the joy of pain as
we treaded further,
into the tunnel.
With just a quarter left,
to the end,
the apparition left me,
all alone and murky,
constricted in my own mind.
The tunnel, with time,
taught me the joy,
within me, hidden
as I whisked to the end.
To be soaked in the Love,
in the Universe.
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