The mundane chimes
fade away—
scattered echoes swept
into the void of time.
Hours erased,
what once clung to us
slips beyond reach,
no longer sought.
Memories bloom—
like fleeting sparks,
love's fragile glow
in the haze of youth.
Yet time, unyielding,
brushes all away,
leaving silence
where songs once thrived.
The shadows of heavy hearts,
once chained, now buried—
their grip undone.
Shallow joys
of fleeting laughter
whisper unease
as deeper truths rise.
Divine bells resound—
piercing illusions,
shattering veils.
Their echoes sweep
through hollow spaces,
clearing a path
to what endures.
The past grows still,
its voice fading—
a distant hum,
while the present breathes
with eternal rhythm.
A sacred melody calls—
inviting surrender, awakening:
to find the truth, to lose the self,
and join the boundless dance.
MyKoul
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