Paradise Festival
Written: April 14, 2024
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Outside the domain of absolute morality,
A wilderness of sacredness would cleave.
A framework devoid of verdict and duality,
Within this universe, truth does not deceive.
I will be in sight anywhere we convene,
We shall meet on that hallowed ground.
Under those trees, one's soul is serene,
Words betray to explain the global redound.
Ideas are ephemeral whispers distraught,
Words dance, and diction—is intricately wrought.
Each term, even "each other," is a riddle to solve,
In this endless cosmos, a value may evolve.
Concepts float akin to feathers in the breeze,
Words intertwine as branches from ancient trees.
The notion of connection is a riddle to explore,
In this enigmatic sphere, where truth may soar.
Theory as a cosmic body glows in the whim,
Language mimics an orchestra at its brim.
Oh, gentle dawn whispers beckon you near,
Peaceful coolness of a secret maze steer.
As the sun rises, it yearns to share,
Whispered secrets, it will declare.
Come forward, wake up, and don't sleep again,
Seek whims that dwell within your domain.
Pursue the goals that fulfill your spirit,
Because receiving is solely within erupt.
The jewels in which your soul truly believes,
Rise from your stupor, embrace, and conceive.
People, as graceful as artists, grab a threshold's edge,
Where spheres converge, two universes collide.
They glide back and forth in a synchronized pledge,
Where constraints fade, and enigmas may coincide.
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Sotto Poet
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