How High, How Low Is Our Inner Glow
How high, how low
is our inner glow?
How long will imagination swirl around
before finding that unique mind
in which lives a stunning vision
long pursued, never realized?
Which are the true colors
of flowers of an emblazed sunset...
when the spectacle delights?
Is the peaceful spirit immersed
in contemplation rather than prayer?
Are the fading gleams a sadness
never felt so profoundly?
How high, how low
is our inner glow?
How desperate we become
when we grope for uncertainty...
considering its outcome
with decreased probability?
How captured are we by those
vivid colors before they quickly
vanish into the vastness of space?
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