Treasures
August 24, 2022
Treasures
I know of Treasures.
I've calculated the measures.
The depth goes on forever.
An endless pit of darkness.
An Abyss thick like leather.
The deepest and darkest.
A Black ocean and silence is its successor.
The art or the artist.
The pictures or illustrator
The creation or Our Creator.
He drew the equator and He
Deflated puffed up dictators.
There is no equivalence.
There is none greater.
Is it the Musician or the instruments.
To what level, to what layer.
Is it the Hero or the vigilance.
The devil or the prayer.
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