Keyhole
full of concern, and loneliness, and drama—
behind the veil of frosty cold,
on shadowed stage of Instagramma...
I could perceive with all my skin
the desperation of the knowledge,
its silent cry to be acknowledged:
a theorem of love and sin.
I dived into the depths of minds—
the Universe of Conscious and Creation—
diversity that always finds
a way in every generation!
I joined the post to be a part
of swirling pictures and conceptions,
reminding remedies of Art and Time,
but mostly,
the nature of...
Deception.
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