When the world crumbles,
And you stand at the precipice,
Staring deeper into the gorges around,
A dark abyss.
You just walk along in tremulous fear,
Gingerly circumventing the folds,
The sharp edges bite into your soul,
Ripping at its core.
A slip here and down you go,
A cascade into an empty void.
Your eyes swim with tears unshed,
Into the warm troughs below,
Drowning in the cerulean sluice,
That absorbs it’s salty pain,
They now shine with a luscious strain.
Leaves of hope all shed and shrivelled,
Their hues lost in the life’s dust.
Now seasoned with pain,
As you gaze into the horizon,
A shaft of light streams in,
Sheathed and clouded.
You hang onto the tiny ray,
As it enters the dark caverns inside,
That light up with its luminous sheen,
Leaving a heart now serene.
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