In the beauty of the night facing the infinity, I feel humble, insignificant, and authentic.


Behind my eyelids transpire

That sentiment of being higher

As well before I was humming

In ferocity I was burning

With desires alongside fog

An odd mist to elevate the ode

To the weak, vulnerable but complete

Free and in bliss I am now at treat

For with truce and with care

I am traversing screening the air

Floating like a drop

Falling to heal the cut

Of the consumed terror

Of the undeniable error

In silence, I am advancing

In silence, my heart is pounding.



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