Lenses of my senses stretch
All my emotions are touched
I feel that I have unlocked
The unsolved mysteries
That I dentil denied
I fear to acknowledge the truth
Nobody wants to accept reality
But when you have been touched
It becomes a benign
It's recoiled into you
Tears of wasted times
Dreams molded and sculptured
A sepulcher of an oriented beauty
So phenomenal that word can't explain
I fear the lift the burrows
The deep hole
Been couched in a bedding that has no end
Perhaps a beginning
But yet no answers can ever be found
The mysteries so encrypted
That stretch to infinity
But what happens when you
Have only mortality to solve you answers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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