Pretty Scars Of Unsure Words

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Trust is the ultimate Vision
Which scares you the most
That is the end part of
Processing your Fear.

You hold it
You accept it
But you can't deny
Because you know it very well
Before everyone could lay their opinions
You had your destill eyes on
Waiting for the renewal
Which could fall on it's places
With the soft whisper of breezes
Holding your divine breathe
With the lucious heart on it
You wouldn't hate the fact
That it came into existence
Before you ever knew
It did existed taking it's quite own time
It's a tendency to take it's own place, yet it's natural
Because it isn't a crime.

Lateral leaves with the layers on it
Could act as fine
With the dimensions to bifurcate
Would be an ease to define.

You didn't failed to understand the irony of this precious timings
It's the story of Writers allocating it's mine
In the deep hazardous clumsy waves
They build their own shield
They didn't failed to understand the irony of acceptance
They had their own place and they built it for themselves
They can't ignore the presence
Because they sail through each depth of the words
To form a palace and to locate it for their closer looks.

Moments being admired
Moments being admitted
Moments being harsh
Moments being cared to share
The precious irony
Exist with the power of knowledge.
An ability to understand
Mind to work on
Enduring beauty in all aspects.
Moments have been searching
To create alluring aspects
As to one hand,
Is shaken and Welcomed again
Nevertheless it would hurt a departed soul
It's a meaningful seperation between the scars and the soul
It would take it's predominant heights
And tie till it's secured
By own
It doesn't need any support
Because they're the one's who have made the world to even more explore !!