Enigma
Mysterious mysteries or half an idea
flimsy illusion join the ego to fear
Moons transparent mist silent tone
for the spirits fit to find its throne
The intimate embodiment and essence
in beauty of our almighty presence
To know more of that heart passion
high tone of spirit as daily ration
Everything and nothing are
that grace in reflection of a star
In sacred dreams therein knows
souls and greater souls repose
Memories of far off enchanted side
serenest world and urgent fate
The love haunted heart under spell
phantoms remembered very well
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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