The ice crumbles beneath the feet.
A walk of love, where meaning rests
in the quiet breath of nature.
As a week moves, does nature change.
The once slippery slope now has renewed grip.
Cracks and shatter, the heart can move,
void of imperfections , slips through the hands of fate
With vision never impaired, shall the veil of life
shine light through
The brightest ray of inspiration
comes in the haziest of evenings
The darkest of thoughts come in the brightest of dawn
With a crisp aura of secrecy shall I
soon continue to persist or just let the fog
take its place to blind all that may not be true
I await thy orders from heaven.
Sight be bestowed in the darkest foggiest night.
-Nikhil-
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