Somethings rest there
Everything so close and near
Lies the fire and fear,
Every hook, nook and tear.
Sometimes deep, too deep to dive,
A sea of emotions, burning alive
No one questions what lies there,
All is accepted, hidden and fair.
I don't know, what shall I name it?
I don't recall - where once I claimed it.
Still, a mystery, bound in threads,
A puzzle unsolved, where meaning treads.
Hollow, yet endless, always revolves,
In it's secret, the soul dissolves.
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