What do you find in mumbles?
The inward trip, where truth is cleaned.
Through the contingent sections of thought,
Encased in shadow, my substance tells.
I lurched through the spot that is known for fear,
Anyway, realizing that reclamation is close.
I recoiled with each step.
Stripping back the layers, searching for me.
I heard my motivation, my spirit's music,
what's more, a light in quiet minutes.
I went underneath the sky,
going through elevated apexes and low valleys.
What's more, I got clean and brilliance
in the quiet of my heart's hug.
A journey internal, an astonishing mission,
I prevailed with regards to social affair the best of myself.
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gohar gohar
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