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From a serene past
to the unthinkable,
Out of balance, in deep sleep.

The sound of distant drums,
to know what’s coming.
Even unknown.

Blindfolded, but liveable.
Ignorant, but pleasant.
As from within,
where duality is,
to the scenes
I still feel.

Now the notes nor the rain
will make me forget.
Because the blood is still and the smile remains.

About a free man
who saw the events
passing somewhat ephemeral
while shackled on the inside.


 

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