Title:  Being pure

Author:   dante1208
Category:   Spiritual
Keywords:  Spiritual

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Surrounded by the sunrise,
I can think,
Of nothing else;

Just a hidden emotion tries,
To get manifested,
But syllables are not enough,
To describe,
Such a gap;

Just the green color stands
Before me,
And smiles,
Like saying:

“It’s never too late,
To reveal yourself;
Life doesn’t reside
On being bombastic,
But to be free,
From all kind of chills”

Now on the sunset,
Words are unnecessary,
To sing along;
Just an inner peace is
Over me,

Like an orange breeze,
On the sunshine’s sleep.

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