Pretension
Shards of glass
spread on the floor,
Creaking sound of
Half open windows and door,
Is it a cast of spell
or Demon rising from hell?
Valley of bountiful flowers
is actually full of wounds and scars,
Soft cries and loud sobs,
witnessed by moon and stars.
But they never reach to those
for whom they meant,
They can never be,
They've never been sent.
We see with our closed eyes,
the sunset and rise,
The beaming pride,
But they hide
The news of stolen gems,
They compare and condemn,
to forget the cold,
Hidden inside the
layers and folds
One small universal truth
that has never been told.
Chest full of secrets
once had been sold,
is now somewhere in the marshes,
forever lost.
But in the end truth will reign and will reach to the destination 💯
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