Windows Of Soul Poem by Bonics Bachinela

Looking through the windows
Of one's soul,
With core, unleashed
Through reflected gore.

The eyes in sunrise,
Or the mirrors of darkness,
They're palettes mixed on
With diff'rent pigments.

The gentleness of wise,
In daylight percolate,
Fool'shness of fool
In midnight appalls.

‘tis looking through
Beyond girth
In clear water, with
Transparent breath.

Though a raven pretends,
Donned on the dove's wings,
The darkness in its eyes
Unclothed the disguise.

The windows of one's soul,
Pierce one's heart
‘til to inner core extracts
Unfolding implicit
Into well-defined explicit.