There have been some moments in my life, when the magnanimity of things/people around me made me feel so little. Those were the moments I forgot who I was, and rejoiced the miracle of life!
The blinding fog, the unraveling secrecy,
Who's to say I cannot read your presence.
There are sparks of my golden hope,
But by the friction of those dark stones.
I see light in your shadow,
Spot shade in that brilliance.
In those eyes, I see my poem being woven,
In that heart, I see my dreams come true.
An unspoken language you speak to me with,
Spoken communication never touched your mark.
Holding my hand and leading me,
But letting go when it's my turn.
Letting me shine in the enchanted land,
Hiding your silver armor behind that golden tree.
Listen, someday just walk along in silence,
Let that breeze send my thoughts yonder.
Let me discover my restlessness in your calm,
And find my solace in that roar.
Imagination completes that last missing piece,
Fireflies complete my magical epiphany.
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