L’oracle

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Black

Darkness withdraws,
The symphony begins.
Light takes form,
The choir sings;
Melodies and serenades,
In praise of their king,
And all those figures who are of his kin.

Love and hate go hand in hand,
Through great storms and through the sand.
A bittersweet chord floats through the air,
The melody drops like a cumbersome affair.
Do I move on or do I just stare,
At the bleak emotionality deep in my lair.
Forgive and Forget the things in your past.
The people you’ve hurt, the lives that you cast,
Out into, the ocean of despair.
Forever wandering. Forever scared.

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22. Living large. You control how you make another feel, don't take that for granted. Peace, Love, and Positivity.

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