
Falling
I am falling
Faster and heavier
Pulled inwards
Yet surging out
The tear is wider
Ripping open the truth
Layer by layer
the sheaths are parted
the endless fall ends
Static at the bottom
There in the abyss
There appears a light
Clear as crystal
The vision is clear
In a mind placid
There are no sheaths
There is just me
And there lies the truth
Beautiful and profound poem!
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Far out that those two finishing lines are a brilliant ending. Bravo.
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Thanks for appreciating 😊🙏
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