As I descended to the ground—
Of dreams that I haven't found.
The lustrous pearly entrances—
Stands still as a hindrance.
Every sound of the bell
Is equivalent to stories that can't tell.
Caged by the leathery claws
Inside your bosom is an ambiguous law.
It gave me a word, unserved—
Boulders that I swerved
That fell from the sound's magnitude—
Its lustful chains handle solitude.
As the gates keep ajar—
I hasten to run and admire afar.
The pearly gates are a clever one—
Though it may be the last run.
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Reinvention: A Comprehensive Metamorphosis Of A Young Adult (Anthology II)
PoetryHe found himself in an old lair, there, he reinvented and followed the dry trail.
