Inner Realm
- Forlorn self -
Things fall apart and doomsday dawns,
The storms of strange watery flurry,
Nature is a deep canopy,
Over the sepulchre solitary.
Life is dead and death celebrates.
A dense cloud over the lawn of mind,
Falling the night with no sight of light.
The eye of heaven is dumb, doused.
No light can flare the fire within.
Mind with heavy undergrowth demised.
Deep cry from deep pain is futile,
to revive the solitary joy gone.
Eyes of loved ones are without fire,
No scale to measure pain untold.
Infinite chain in a dungeon.
Eyes of loved ones are without fire, No scale to measure pain untold. Infinite chain in a dungeon.
nice words- Nature is a deep canopy, Over the sepulchre solitary
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Things fall apart and doomsday dawns, The storms of strange watery flurry, Nature is a deep canopy, Over the sepulchre solitary...! !