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Tired

Sleeping sun, a dying princess    
and a shield of crystals glistening;  
The mountains of glass under nests    
of phoenixes forever listening    
    
to a Heart that Seeks;  
hidden keys can still be found;    
better to isolate the peek    
with impenetrable Sounds...    
   
When can you say I love you?    
As to kiss the lips so dear;    
telepathy, I need you, I awe you,    
in the lands that aren't near;   
   
so Ideal, such a Mutuality;    
No one ever feels deprived!    
God, I AM True Spirituality    
Expanding just like My Life...    
   
Isn't it nice to feel transcendental?    
But I am not the princess in the castle.    
Glass in the Heart is just Cold, Ungentle    
and I ... want to rest from all the hassle.
Written by AaronBraveHeart (Boyana Popova)
Published | Edited 18th Dec 2022
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