A Curious Mind W(o/a)nders

Wednesday, October 05, 2005


The dense fogs give way,
The veil reveals the beauty behind,
The real oasis after endless mirages,
Ah, that sense of clarity!

The eye of the bird of prey,
The heart of the matter at hand,
The vibrant soul of a wasted human,
Ah, that sense of clarity!

Ah Clarity, dear Clarity,
Why do you emerge from confusion immense?
The difficult pain in realising your beauty...

Thus a world with you mispalced, or without,
So much shallower, so less enriching...


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