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Suffering

A roaming in the lost sense of darkness
that somewhat resembles a maze,
In search for a glimmering sparkling race,
to individuals acquired taste.

Although, circles abound and linear lines
are no longer around
The sharpness of life lingers in the distant
misty phase.
How has your life come to this?
When there is a summer mound across the
ways in search of the authentic rays.

The great doubts linger with many in this
present maze.
Although, enlightenment is taking its place
and a collage is being made.
With the rich redness of yellows, and blueness
to that of greens, every colour in the rainbow
is being drawn to every need.

I wonder when this place may take?
by the truth to that of life’s degrading
horrors a sense of warmth will then follow.

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