Below the fathomless sky, Staring at the string o

Below the fathomless sky, Staring at the string of beautiful stars, Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. This is the only heaven, A solace, a relaxation, Leading to some beautiful realizations, Perhaps, the symphony of epiphanies, Originate from the origin of the world. The symphony of everything lies, Birth, death, and eulogies dwell. Silent yet speaking are the hues of the sky, Soaking tears and absorbing bliss. Holding sanity and beckoning sanctity. Soul yearns for smultronstalle, To convert grief into solace, And pain into the paints of the rainbow. And the sky engulfs me, And stresses out loud, "Come dear, here it lies- the smultronstalle." And I give in, To become one of those shining stars, Which gleams bright in its smultronstalle. °Better Read° Below the fathomless sky, Staring at the string of beautiful stars, Stranded I stand, from the luxuries world hands. This is the only heaven, A solace, a relaxation,

Zumi