Insight - Poem by Burlak Volzshskiy
My mind is blind and all I see inside
Myself is night:
Just ghostly shade of me
I've never hoped to meet sometime,
Despite this one's a part of mine.
A fading light is passing by
My vague sight. I feel it's time
To commit to the purple sky,
But never mind. My game and fight
Are to come up the finish line.
Be calm amigo this is life.
Once each of us pronounces: "Bye."
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical
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