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Safana Aug 2020
You can
Lock me down
and,
You will never
Locked my
Heart up,
Because,
I'm infected
To love and trace,
That light
Striking the lines
of horizon,
Covering earth
Circumference.
Really,
You can
Lock me down
But,
You will never
And ever
Lock my faith
Down
She had my heart
Tangled,
Like a pair of headphones
And forced me
To face the music outside
The comfort of my own head.
lolita May 2017
I wonder if a word
can heal a wound.
But where will I find
a word with a circumference
as vast as that
of the wound?
Dawn of Lighten Jan 2017
Seep upon the illusion of vanity,
As your true morality contested.

While all things fall asunder,
None reach perfect atonement.

Such struggle is but divinity of being human,
The tested fallacy in full glory.

In those imperfection lies heart of human kind,
And ridged expectation flow with the wind,
For all things do come to an end.

That precious moments define us,
And our flaws prescribe to center of universe,
For night sky are basked by infinite wisdom.

All things are illumination of life,
And there are no regrets,
But lost ether alone amongst the serenity of celestial plane.
What does it truly mean to be a human being, but the stride to be better in our imperfection, but that makes life little more interesting.  

There are no perfect universe that cradle our senses, but why would we want to clone who we are, knowing imitation is a limitation?

— The End —