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as this lucid comparison; wrinkles our reality,
we sit and stare, into mothers eyes, as we drink her tea.
we forget to be, when we are suppose to see, morality.
as the melody, steadily keeps our rhythm, we seek glory,
from within. pin point our restless, confesses towards,
these helpless messes. and remember these lessons,
because our chase is never ending. never pending,
just mending this, aesthetic, relic of our imagination.
digesting the silence as the bells are softly heard.
with my heart at peace, my minds adjourned.
with no concern i will let these wounds burn,
and exceed to lay life comfortably, in an urn.
let us walk upon this story, we've created,
and fall upon the deepest autumn
breeze, as our hearts seize,
a moment i wish to freeze.
as my mind calms at ease,
these moments i don't want
to leave,
with you,
and me.