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Verdant, and alluring colonnades along the journey,
we walk with heartbeats of rousing youth,
as our deepest longings echo, diffused,
casting questions to the mind;
our curiosity is seduced.

Close to the discernment of our intentions.
Hand in hand with insecurity,
a faltering march across uncertain years.
Thought still grows in eagerness,
for the wonders no tale or dream could tell.

I’ve seen horizons melt into a dark so cold,
it just could not belong to this world.
Inside which all the sprouts of our prospects vanish,
by the past gorged.
But where dismay comes meaningful,
shining in answers by perseverance whispered.

Then change claimed my form, yet not my soul.
I strayed in false hopes and paths;
self-faith days left a future foreseen.
Days not just elapsed, but exiled
from a stream of time
once flowing in my awareness,
what we call memories.

Approaching a so pure, bitter comprehension of the being.
Be worn out till you'll unite with each struggle,
that keeps haunting all these expectations in bloom.
To soothe reality with blindfolds on mind.

I’ve seen ambitions dissolve in a dark so lone,
it just could not belong to this world.
From which the routes of our choices disperse,
by the past crumbled.
But where dismay comes meaningful,
shining in coffers
by perseverance crafted.

Absorbed again in contemplation,
before an arch: the colonnades end point.
Obscurity fills the unknown awaiting beyond,
as it guards the intimate knowledge of ourselves.
And enticingly reveals the way
those answers unlock every coffer.
Here I choose to join those dark horizons.

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