Scorching peace

In search for peace,

I wandered strange places,

overlooked my home.

I trusted stranger faces,

made castles with foam.


I strolled down darkest alleys,

walked till my feet were sore.

I talked till my teeth fell out,

stalked and did some more.


All in search for peace,

I lazed around and swore.

Walking spiral paths alone,

I followed a wild boar (bore).


All I could do was adore,

for everything a reason.

All you could do was abhor,

summers end with a rainy season.


In a town,

a summer has ended,

winter winds await.
For the sun will shine anew,

and rain will fall again.


What if this sun,

with a thousand degree burn,

houses a warmth pristine,

that purifies the dark,

peels off the bark and

show the inside,



But what if your scorching sun,

isn’t the destined one?


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