acogitosis

I opened my book of the magic,
I whispered sophisticate words.
I saw the theathre of tragic,
The self-suicide of the crowds.

I raised the glass sphere of an Earth,
I put eyes’ attention to it.
I read whole the chapter of myth
And I thought of mystery to keep.

Then I reached out for the bell
And I rang sad melody and cried.
It was the day I had only felt
That my hope was about to die.

There are signs high above just for me,
And I think that one day I’ll fulfill.
Never lose, no - not hope, just the pride.
So I’m still keeping eyes open wide.
Just too wide.

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