I clutch the hand of midnight silence
and get my spirit lit,with beautiful thoughts.
I grapple my descending spirit,
with fantasies of beautiful words.
My fears are overcome,
by opening the beautiful
eyes of imagination,
in the secret world of
my own.
I ascend to the infinite height,
descends the weight of worldliness,
I see with the sight of beautiful colours,
mingled with lights and hopes,
the beautiful world-less world
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