the sun rises, bright.
a heat, drives down,
soaking my pores.
turn, blindly, I find my path.
This is th way I've always known,
Now I am able to see.
I know I will never be alone.
stepping into a world unknown,
behind me, I hear voices calling;
oblivious, the voices vanish quietly.
the thick path embraces softness.
dark, but offers the sensation of serenity.
I feel the world, behind me, is lost.
on my path I found innocence and purity,
so I picked it up.
it goes around my neck,
resting near my heart.
sometimes
it fits in my pocket. |
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