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Eyes are blinded.
The sun is merciless.
Its gleam so strong, everything blurs and burns,
until you start to believe that nothing truly exists;
that it is all an illusion.
The void is as much light as it is darkness;
an extreme; the furthest point of the duality.
But in the shades,
in the mixtures of hues and wills,
in the whispers,
the ones you can only faintly hear,
lies the story,
the myth covered in residue,
the myth taken from us by grabby hands,
sold back to us as a commodity.
Handled in an unforgivable way, ungentle, inattentively.
To see the unseen,
one needs to be gentle.
I am learning to open my heart,
without it becoming a force of destruction.
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Kadavera
very well-written, and it's got an interesting concept. you're a great poet!
Thank you for the kind words!
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You're welcome!
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<3 !
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Violent Faces
Awesome, words are very inspiring
Thank you! Glad you like it!
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