It comes and goes

on its own will.

It roams around

in my soul willful

 

I sit and watch

dreams that burn in air

with fathomless wait that stares

and brings in me despair

 

I itch and stitch

adding-beatifying my eternal gown

A only cure to uplift

Shall i sell my crown

 

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Symbols, full of energy encapsulated and captured in memories

 

 

 

 

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