In the world of the soul - a land lays in a myst,
As the fog slowly lifts - someone's smile appears,
Abstract art, peppery words, even hentai exist
In this land of past problems, sighs, and tears.
A philosopher craves solitude - empty word.
I transform views to words and to worlds of my own.
And I thank dormant stars for my mystery abode -
Catching petals and rainbows of others.
Souls.
Souls
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