In the core of my heart,
where the sun blazes bright,
lies a tale of shadows,
hidden from sight.
False promises whispered
by winds of illusion,
shattered like glass—
left me in seclusion.
Bound by unseen chains,
I carried the weight
of empty echoes
that led me to fate.
Illusions rise with grand display,
but hollow words betray—
scattering seeds of duality
that bloom in disarray.
In the dim halls of my heart,
illusions conspire,
snuffing out the light
like a fading fire.
My true self, veiled yet radiant,
cries from the deep,
calling me back
from the shadows that creep.
The false guides that once
promised to show,
now turn away,
letting enlightenment go.
Oh, my true self,
unyielding and strong,
may dawn break swiftly
where you belong.
For the false self falters,
fragile and frail,
while truth stands steady,
refusing to fail.
Let morning's light,
with promise anew,
restore the heart
to melodies true.
Where the true self reigns,
brilliant and whole,
uniting the fragments
into one soul.
MyKoul
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