Reality of the Untold

When the words move my soul, I begin to unfold,
Unfold into reality, the reality of the untold…

I make myself desire, the ones that never mould,
Can never wish for something, that something made of Gold…

You stand like a bridge, making it all sane,
It’s tempting, it’s calming, it’s like summer rain…

Just a glimpse, your, glimpse that makes me sigh,
A sigh of relief, filled with sheer joy…

Sort out my life, to bring about a change,
It’s that rare a ray, who lights the cloud range…

Life turns wonders’, when you sheer hold my soul,
To Unfold into reality, Reality of the Untold…

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