The Root

There are times ,
Sometimes...
when you think all has ended...

A blank path , A dark hole , a lonely hide-out...
Trying to find myself ? Or find out ?
The truth ? Or a secret...
Reveal ? Protect or Forget ?

Running away... death clutching my sides
No... my arms... just my arms
That's all that's left to own !




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A blinding flash ! A hallow.. A spectrum of colors !
Not just my cold clutches
There's another pair...
another

Fair or Dark ? Human or Angel ?
I tell you...
It was Him.
reaching out...
into the dark hole , the lonely hide-out !
A rescue ? NO came the answer.
It was a new life !

The voice !
A Whisper or Thunder ?
Sharp but Sweet...
Bold but Beautiful...
Loud but Smooth...
The Wind ! Awakening the chimes...

My own Angel ?
No , HE IS THE ROOT...