Bliss is this colorful darkness
That engulfs my soul nowadays.
It's an air that makes one breathless
But keeps the train in the railways.
Bliss is to know nothing is forever
And not be bothered, but curious.
It is the always in the never,
It is the mildest in the furious.
Bliss is content with solitude
Without ever grasping company,
Often result of great fortitude.
Bliss is a tasteful harmony
That brings one plenitude
To challenge one's destiny.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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