From the corner of my eye,
Glistens like a cluster of newborn stars in newborn hands,
The attire of a god-like creature
enchantment of the highest order,
If diamonds could see the perfection that has been blessed on these eyes of mine,
they would scream of envy
for they will appear a shadow,
scratched, scorn, stripped,
of all beauty.
He smiles at me on the corner of the street.
Hypnotised I sleep walk to him
as he slowly gains authority within my lifeless existence,
I feel alive.
Closer, Closer like a treasure chest awaiting to find its keeper,
Desperation to unlock the holy code.
The sound of bustling coins,
a sign of wealth.
I realise.
Like a Russian doll, he hides his unbespoked identity
under the rapture of dirty wealth.
Should I be afraid?
Why have I never felt such a calm?
Dark Clouds blot the portrait of a girl,
surrounded by the sky which has forgotten tranquility,
machinery which has tormented the simplicity of life,
pale like a ghost.
My heart trembles.
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