The full circle

Unites

Through eternity

Leaving one limb exposed to the sun

Burned by it’s rays of reason

Dried by it’s word’s of wisdom.

There is no passion that can

Cure the thoughts of disdain

Felt and endured

Til my glance is no longer lifted

In curious envy

By the visible

Life of others.

I feel rhythm,

I feel peace,

I feel voice

Of experience

Roll it’s power over my senses

And seduce me again

With belief.

Of me.

Of my peace.

Of my solitude.

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