Bubbles surface; disrupt the calm
The mind can't find, the key to
the heart's vault, where desires
A cold morning ray bounces off
the gleaming edge, acids climb up
high on litmus of heart.Soft cushions
stay far, elusive as a foggy horizon
A lonely dropp may be a prelude
to a rich harvest, but the time is
now, the day is today, fingers
desperate to snap, to grab.
Color blind eyes, blood stained
gold pulled out, a leaf separated
from tree of life. Cold stone stands
on dark fossilized dreams.
Joys grab at quick roads, that
lead to doors of nothingness.
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