Heaven’s Reflection
In the city’s glow, where shadows meld,
And the hum of life endlessly swelled,
Lies a truth that no screen can show,
A place within where answers flow.
Even when clouds of doubt descend,
And the bad luck seems to rend,
The veil of chaos might isolate,
But hope resides—it won’t abate.
No world, no fate, seals every door,
For within, we hold much more.
Despair is born from a fleeting glance,
But courage thrives in each circumstance.
Beneath the towers of steel and light,
Amid neon skies that obscure the night,
A whisper calls, quiet yet clear,
Inspect your heart, shed every fear.
For modern man, with restless hand,
Seeks answers in a shifting sand.
Yet the heavens speak through silent streams,
Inward lies the source of dreams.
To discover oneself, to see anew,
To grasp the power that courses through,
Is to rise amidst the worldly din,
And find the miracles born within.
So tread the streets with a quiet might,
Through the smog and haze, reclaim the light.
For in this maze of modern despair,
The path is yours—already there.
Copyright © kjeld vk | Year Posted 2025
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