Introspective Reminiscence
He got lost in the maze of his own past
He stands after an indescribable adventure
Massive man, a storyteller, with tales to share
His tone is realistic, and his words scatter
Fear His memories ring real to youthful ears
It's a peaceful fresh day outside
On a majestic high hill where angels dwell
The grief that was once false is now sealed and hidden
This glass is half-empty inside
Self-inflicted for its crude sides
It willingly avoids bending downwards
It slowly melts, floats back up, and bows
This notion never appears faraway
Beauteous blooms greeted visitors at the door
They were living an utterly worn-out existence
The owner admires the roses on the floor
Light of day replaced the darkness of residence
Written: January 08, 2023
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