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Sporadic Obelisks


At moments|

A view escapes|

Glory explores faunas of mythical creatures|

Inside believers|

We all consume tales|

Embracing hopes of dreams|

Only vivid through the thoughts we bring|

Counting clues till the day we see again|

The glance mirrors our own|

Exposed only when seen through our esoteric soul|

Thinking commences a spark to light a plain|

Build a new terrain|

With these moments|

We conjure sporadic obelisks|
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