As the memories are flooded into clear sight.
And the creases of doubts are washed away,
For a distant music grows from the shadows
A place to move to- whilst carried by the light.
Shine me a way from above the murky waters-
A strange place which can be seen through a haze,
The dramatic and skewed sights of obscurity
Are born from the mind of a crazed entity
Which moves in silence through life's maze.
J.Bibi
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