Poem: 𝓶𝓮

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Words,

Swirling through and through;

Invoking a surreal feeling.

Ink,

Staining the white paper;

Lingering till the end of time.

Thoughts,

Clouding my hazy mind;

Revealing its hostility in there.

Walking this winter's worth of cold path,

Stepping on the thornful pavement of life,

Heading on all the conflicts that outnumbered happiness.

Writing and painting a story worth of eternity remembrance,

Catching stars in the violet hours of world,

Transcending through the wild ride of life,

Embracing the twilight and embers of youth,

As the night slips to day,

Amidst all the suffering and pain beneath the surface,

I wish you my pearl.

May all your trials ends in bloom,

May all your creation stay with you till the end,

May all the wonder you lost sprint to embrace your forgotten universe,

May your heart become livid and vibrant with colors of sheer passion.

Because in this insanity, lies your clarity,

In this mess, your soul will thrive after being buried in the sea of restlessness.

A drop of that blue side,

A pearl of hopefulness,

A drop of suffering,

A gem of restlessness,

Lies your long lost happiness.

All the pretense you put up will broke down, finally.

The you that was hidden in the storm will be revealing its shine to the world.

The you that was dead will be resurrected by the memories of youth and love.

Your voice that was once inaudible will be raised higher than any sky.

All this will be done by you. Everywhere you go, will welcomes you.

The precious soul of you,

The shining soul of you,

The scarred soul of you,

The imprisoned soul of you.

~the end~

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