Laundering over the ladder of peace,
I call over my soul to finally seek its ease
I am dancing to the callous whispers of the symphony of the stealing glances of glee,
A moment where my heart breathes the rhythm of joy is where existence beckons to be
Pretence is a game that one needs to embrace
To emerge victorious, one must adorn their gloom with grace
To the war cry of doom, I ought to find you at the doorstep, knocking with despair
Holding a sign of caution, to not treat everyone I meet with love and care
You are the love you seek, the adore you so desperately crave
But remember, not every soul you meet is someone whom you need to save
Sometimes the wolf hides in the clothing of a sheep, one who plays the notorious game
To seek your light and to encapsulate every facet of you, while it looks tame
Wandering over the ladder of peace
I finally understood the game and found myself at ease
Dancing to the callous whispers of the stealing glances, I keep my side of the street clean
The rhythm of joy finds itself in the truest depths of my heart that holds the light unseen.
For my intentions are pure, and my heart is true,
I hold no malice and pour my soul into every endeavour I pursue
But now I know how to protect the radiance I behold
I laugh, I dance, I cry and hold faith in the power of the eternal stream as my story unfolds.
May your light be held in the purest of intentions and the truest of care
May you heal from all the things you do not openly share.

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