Vanta Moon

Silence ceased with the blow of a storm
Putting my mind a ease, hearing the rain pour.
Every drop upon the floor, every crackle, every roar,
The shadowy coat the sky wore, the ebony night that We adore.
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1 For shapeless beauty itself, is of the veil of imagination, attached is a saddened coffin, the illusion of perfection.

2 Love, under analysis, is mental, perverse, imaginary, strange, a radiant lie.
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Blood fiend in the room,
waiting by the tomb.
You lost the one you truly loved,
As karma seized her due.
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In the night, the world stops spinning. The people stop talking. The animals stop eating. The cars stop moving. The wind stops blowing. The boy stops crying. And the wounds start healing.

The pain goes away, for a little while. In solitude life feels slow almost frozen. Everything comes to a chattering halt. And the heart is free. The mind is open. The body is calm. The soul is at peace.
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