The Power Of Four

Like the flowing river,

our thoughts become one.

Beyond lust. Beyond trust.

There is a soul,

awaited by none.

Like the burning sun,

annihilate the cold.

Beyond despair. Beyond grief.

There is a heart,

a heart of gold.

Like the gay wind,

blow away the thorns.

Beyond pain. Beyond spite.

Chase the sepulchral nights,

to welcome a golden morn.

Like the stoic earth,

forgive and forget.

Beyond love. Beyond vengeance.

An arcane mind,

lies in wait.

Shreshtha Chakraborty

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