Enticing rhythmically,
Reaching out for that, which yearns not to be his.
The façade of tranquility is just worn,
The purpose is well served.
But not a spirit is left impervious, not a soul untouched.
Bear it well, misery it is not.
But there breathe those that draw not a happy breathe,
For breathing is not ample enough.
Why the evasion, is not love addictive enough?
But for those with shackles that blind their vision,
Its meaning is much altered.
There are those that are happy, for they love their peace.
There are those that are not, for they love not other's peace.
The world is breathing blacker; the latter creed rules.
Still life fights, there is much around.
For a bud denies the thorns the Power,
The Power to rule the heart.
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