The words never die
Images don't lie
What would I give
To bear piece of mind
Hear the poet once again…
Swirling clouds above
Seas that rage and shove
Finding their way to
The rocks to crash their final blow
The world keeps spinning
And I keep running
The greatest fear
Is being left behind
With a pen I draw eyes
on the faces of the blind
To see the beauty
of the paradise within me
Transcendence is the way
to find the script to the play
and the crowds shall gasp
at the script from a heart of glass
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