ALCHEMIC MYSTERY
Clouds to tear by pangs of rain to awe
Freedom of light is path of liberty of dawn
As glory bets fame unleashing into crowd
Resilience yet upholds bliss to uplift alone
Snow chills green of leaf lacking warmth,
Journey riles tiresome with no words to whisper,
Does void flecks to disillusion etching emptiness,
Elation defers to intone by trough of opacity
cloud wrests rays to reflect on skin of earth,
heart falters to resonate being bereft of red,
falling tear rocks up rune of longing nonplussed,
love seems to desiccate as when shadowed,
haste engrosses to belong room of rhythm,
fear flounces by storm of terror of insinuation,
on rune of dream hope saunters to allude,
alchemy is mystery to spring back to gloss.
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