The truth, the silence,
The way you breathe;
The love, the lights,
You shall find me.
The veil, the darkness,
Play hide and seek;
The clamor, the glitter,
You never cease.

I want, to know,
Your eyes do scream;
A hiss, pure bliss,
Why can't you see?
You build, your world,
Away from me;

Where are the trees, my dear,
Where are the trees?


The End

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