In and out of living, at it's border I slip and slide ~ Starting new existence, small persistence, little why. I often choose invisible or hiding in my cave ~ A numb Confusion controls me, to it I am slave. Aesthetics my salvation, beauty sweeps me clean ~ Lifts me from the doldrums, height of passionate serene. Loose myself within it, becomes magnificence as a dream ~ Holds me heart of brilliance, a thriving radiant beam.
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AuthorKeala Brent |