Where Beliefs Come | Poem

A vision takes worries away of universe,

Is not it, dearest? You spoke of silence.

A man awaits an escape to see himself,

Why not accept, dearest? You write on deaths.

A world seeks embracing of darkness,

Cursed on soul, dearest? You said to come.

It’s true,

Most desired desire failed to embrace itself,

Mark me fraud, dearest?

I accepted the darkness,

And I see you tomorrow morning.


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