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[blith_the_black]

Enter my world of dreams
where senseless thoughts are intertwined
with my story, slowly weaving,
leaving
a quilt of legends known,
guilty though they may be

Prismatic clors set me free
in the land of the slowly setting sun
the twilight slowly groping,
slowly approaching,
feared, but not fearful
only blinded by a hailstorm
of cherry blossoms and tiger-eyed feathers

Nothing is obvious in this world
so we are oblivious to the curl
that revolves around our reality,
revives one where nothing has finality
even death, only a dream