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Depth

Depth

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It's not the wells who have depths,

Nor do the gorges or valleys have any depths,

You don't feel the depth when you jump into an ocean,

Neither do you realize the depth when you plunge into a volcanic cone.


Depth is enthroned in the tricuspid valves,

It is immured in the Platinish fibres of the bodies,

It is expressed in the tears which drop from under the veil,

It is screamed through the voice that can quiver and think,

Just enough to be heard no more.


Depth is streaked out through the aura that can be felt by the people in the vicinity,

Yet not picked up by the people in our vicinity.

We find depth in love and friendship,

It's not real it's an illusion of treason .

We find depth in knowledge and facets,

It's not real it's an illusion of tranects.

We find depth in power and glory ,

It's not real it's an illusion of weakness.

We find depth in human caring and kindness,

It's not real it's an illusion that no one actually cares for us it's we who have to be independent and rise to overcome these "DEPTHS".


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