A restless urge
draws me beyond the precipice,
out of control.
Tears must fall
from the portholes of my soul,
cleansing the diamond core of my heart.
Mourning and midnight,
laughter and sobs…
they surge with reckless abandon
crystalizing my native element into form.
There! My inner compass revealed!
Are you dazzled by the brilliance?
Refined yet uncut,
transparent and flawless,
unpolished, yet so precious.
Rose of the winds,
I surrender to you, mistress.
You usher me, always,
to the zenith of resonance.
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