He had a tunnel. A safety cocoon highly not recommended for hibernating and, For masking oneself. Stripped naked he found comfort In the cylindrical steel of darkness. The warmth was evidence to stay and, 'unreachable' was his greatest asset when freedom felt not.
He had a tunnel. But his residence is overdue and, Disturbed sensibility permitted this breach. The tunnel shrunk. The only light that brought consistent faith, Of it never diminishing, Left in silence to be bigger on its own.
Constricted by false fate and acceptance from a heaving soul, He stayed. He resided for less. Then... Beams of heat licked his back, like a caress of sunrise. Engulfed his form and for the first time. He saw cosmos ahead of the solar system, That felt like "onlys" and "forevers".
Darkness became a retired catalyst, And morphed into unrecognizable matter. It's revolting form shredded into blooming colours... into substance One with a purpose and a name Life
He has a dream driven by delightful confidence, And she's awake with her feet sturdy, To wander the cosmos with him. A blueprint to infinity and evermore. They soared Through S P A C E
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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