Last Place of Safety

Where fire burns under water
And the trees all speak in rhyme,
My one last place of safety,
The oceans of my mind.

The place for any secret,
And I alone hold the key,
To the canvas of my thoughts,
That I alone can see.

An endless book of wonders,
Page after page of desires,
Messages branded deeply,
By burning, hellish fires.

My body will deteriorate,
I may die with a diminished soul,
But come what may, I'm ready -
My mind will still be whole.

The End

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