Floating beneath the surface of a harsh reality
The inner universe becomes your source of solitude and sanctuary
Claustrophobic clusters of disenchantment and fractals of frustration
Leave a stale scent of pervading cynicism
And as it lingers in the air
You exhale a sigh of disbelief
Wondering what the world could have been
Painted on a golden leaf...
~ Pranishka
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