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Rock Solid 🥀 (Poetry).
1 min readJul 16, 2019
Never, before, I looked into the eyes of hell.
Sweet Harmony, where dost thyself dwell?
I submissively entreat, to recognize the heavenly’s bell.
I endeavored thee in a mysterious hollow,
And asked, if Brotherhood were there,
A roaring report diminished my heart.
No: Seek abroad.
I forbid, I still see a country
made of love and hope.
It is our generous friend.
It is the rose that cannot wither,
A sacred heart that is still brighter.
I many times reflected that harmony had come.
But we were always at the rock bottom.
No matter the travails, we will awake and go to Innisfree.
Rock Solid, as free as I am.
My Dearest “Heart” is made of Gold.
Awaiting the epiphany,
I extemporize the necessary polyphony.
Never, before, I am free to hope.
