The Olive
Life is all about perspective,
To a degree of self-analysis
At least, this is what they say…
Moments of glitch, flaws glare on the surface
An opaque lens which must perceive
If there is an emptiness in that glass
Actually, if there is any.
Life struggles in despair, dismay
Those longing moments get covered
with dust of time; with sorrow and pain
In times of anguish; moments of darkness
A blessed olive is needed, to kindle the magnificent lamp
Inside the soul, the soul is not a property of east or west
But a tremendous allegory, a myth of that blissful light!
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