‘Abscond,

‘This Sunday,

In the fairly old forest, behind the holly trees

and looming shadows, you dance with the skies.

Beholding the stars in the eyes of the night,

Hidden behind the truth and painful lies.

The tales have been untold,

the shadows have been cold,

the stars have been foretold,

the beauty have been behold  

as they stream below the water of life

we find the magic lingering in our mind.

Blinding lights, and lonely roads

written in our veins in the human kind.

I rest in peace,

I willow with my odyssey,

I feel enchanted with my heart,

I yield to the affair with honesty.



 

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