indestructible shelter covers such transparent skin,
wrapped around the fragile bones within my vulnerable soul,
containing all the brittle bearings of this silly, little fool,
who leans upon a shoulder, playing the simpleton's role...
surpassing blissful love's precious fields of amber,
with all of life's pastures of green and lush grasses,
no dew falls upon the petals to glisten under the sun,
just velvet ropes to cling onto, produced by all the masses...
step into the silver room where you may be set free,
and all the air you will breathe is felt by the coolest breeze,
you dare kiss the invisible wind that sways right on past you,
while the golden apples of peace fall down from the highest of trees...
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