An Attempt at A Poem
A little known fact, A pleasure to know
A hidden path that one has yet to go
But I've seen it, I've run it, I've known
The warmth of the sun as I make my way down
Bitter blue coldness is warm this way
eyes are daggers that melt away
a lock on a door, but inside a buffet
I've tasted, to bursting, but full... no way
The painful truth, a happy lie
a knowledge alone, is an ignorance died
beautiful treasures sought forever through time
found here, only by the one who actually tried.
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