While cycling through the cycle of life
A hurdle comes in sending you tumbling down.

Eyes open and you see a foreign land
A land crystal clear from afar
but the details melting as you near

Like a foggy morning the clouds dance beside you
While the roses light your path
To the locked doors with broken chains

Inside lies ruler of the mystery land
“Oh you poor thing” cried the heart
“You fell in love.”

In response to Vegetal

 

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