Sep 20, 2011
Once Thyself.
When the moon glows onto these petals of a chrysanthemums.
One may found their purities infectious,
One may steal the moon, for it shines too beautifully,
One may want it all to themselves.
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But one may not notice,
for they were far too mesmerized by the glows...
it will always fade away...
and replace by the light of a new day.
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That's when one deceived thyself,
blinded by their own beliefs,
hibernate the truth,
till one can once again capture the essence of a periodical illusions.
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Belief compelled through illusions;
melancholies' song be forever engraved;
Siren may be your only savior.
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- Chry3