Beneath Aurora's Vibrant Sheathe

A timid inner self,
In front of the vast perfidious world,
Feels like a forsaken elf,

A glimpse of truth,
Shines through the sky of falsehood,
Like fate, grinning out of ruth,

A fog envelops,
Existence safe in nature's shroud,
A faith develops,

A ceaseless amble,
With an endless hope and perseverance,
Every breath, a trick in life's gamble,

I am tired,
Exhausted and weary,
A castle, broken and dilapidated,

A wish to halt and breathe,
To incessantly sleep,
Beneath aurora's vibrant sheathe....

(c) S.S






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