Lost in the echoes of his inner self, he walked ahead fading away into natures jewels. The survivor for see' his destruction, the pain of desire will encompass his very perception. Crimson is the color he knows, mortal is your self. Dying light when cries aloud, The survivor died for help. He crosses the path he had walked seldom, Running doesn't despise him when he runs for freedom. Nature shows to him, it's different phases ahead, He knows the paradox now, If he is alive or dead. Symphonies of nature degrade him, Dissolving away his very fundamentalism. He cries with joy, with enlightenment, Emerging above, expanding from schism.
A journey of wisdom, poetry, peace.