revamp

The gates of the dark
slowly opens
and the faint
sound of the gushing
water is heard.
The crooked pathway
appears to narrow
and the cold
breeze of nothingness
is felt.
The shallow cries of pain
echoes from within
and helplessness
emancipate.
The ethereal shadows of
the uncertainty is
slowly penetrating,
when the gush of light
arrived.
In a speed,
faster than a falcon,
the soul, at last,

finds hope.

 

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