Gradients of light
You may name them by colors
Or by the shady love of the rouge beams
I see them from heavens to hell
Across their desire to feel
The patterns of melting earth
The tangents of galactic winds
Languishing a destiny of tolerance
They curled up towards poisoned lives
Their unbound energy and infinite kindness
Enough to skim through the treacherous ether
They fail to reach the promised eternity
Afraid to question the will of the masters
As they are many and cobbled up
They wander in crowded horizons
As predictions make fuzzy end to all journeys
Like the epics of the east and the proverbial holy lands
With the hasty spikes they would weave a wrinkled leaf
Naming as we see it now
You may call it a sky of miseries
Infinite as it seem to eyes
It is meager to the variations
Myths of mountains, they always hid the sword
Yet lightnings could burn the past
Memoirs were etched in clouds
As they floated in shapes so vivid
Envious to the gods and demons alike
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