Words stuck in between, thoughts of abstractions rolling with the drums
No directions defined, no destinations chartered – Interrupted aggressions
Rusted like nautilus nail, unable to spell the force of unveil
Complex patterns of cumulonimbus clouds – Rolling tears
Perfection practiced, but paradise not understood
Pledging legions to solitude and harmony – Explorer
Gazing at whiteness seeing the black, it never was so clear
Patterns of crystal and spider weaving the masterpiece – Intelligence
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