Words are not the absolute embodiment of one's emotions and thoughts. They are but mere approximations of the surreal, irreal, and real. Just to provide a glimpse of that soul hidden by the overwhelming shrouded flesh. And with the kindness of the Moon who alone guards the night in all its mystery, maybe something will sparkle from afar, casting light on the sadness of a dreamer. Then a shadow forms... young, bold, and free.
YoU are the RiDdLe of the MiNd
that pierces the brains
and inhabits the skull
a sanctuary to your mystery.
How long will you stay?
How deep will you probe?
How much will you remain --
A marked question?
Words without rhyme
Fragments void of logic
Sentence unadulterated
Truth naked and fragrant.
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