Incasing wonder
Worlds of colors
Reds, of desires
Yellows, of bliss
And the tip, blue
For the understanding of it all
The illusions decay
It slowly withers away
Lifting and riseing in small
Wonderous fragments of light
What is it that i seek of this Illusion
What is it I seek from my desires
Never understanding such an ostounding energy
Yet it warms you, fills you with energy
But cautious to touch, for this energy is never a ally

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