Under the broken shackles of time..
The un-spoken truths and unknown mysteries…
Rising every morning..
Through the melancholic mist of the bronze light..
Penetrating ..the aura of the divine silence..
Glaring the vision of all narrow perspectives..
In the rising day..
After thousands of nights..
Ready to soar into the gentle breeze,,
Like freshly shed down feather ..
With the approach of cozy evening…
Nesting in the dark silhouettes of whispering trees…
Catching upon the million stars..
Awakening with their upheld, welcoming branches..
Ready to sleep..
In the motherly lap of night..
Studded with billion moons…
Over the heavens of skies..
Showering the rains of phantoms..
Over the rainbows ..of countless prisms..
With paranormal perceptions..
Radiating the gleam of assertion..
Defying every spoken lie ..
And unfelt sensation…
Setting free the intimacy..
And un breakable..
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