The sun will kiss the feet of the wise,
the moon will be victim of naivety's demise.
And this fire will transgress all its limits,
it will fill this world with despair in only minutes.
It will tear down the root of these lobelia skies,
and the ending will breach our blistered cries.
And the sun will eclipse against the moon,
leaving it to them to yowl and usurp our boon.
But we will combat against these people,
we will cross over this sharp steeple.
We will push against all consequences,
that defy even the width of our senses.
For on whichever path we choose to embark,
in the end, we will never lose our luminous spark.
For on whichever path we choose to embark,
in the way of the riches, we will claim our mark.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
