"in my end is my beginning"

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Constant commotion of tales unheard
Like boiling water bursting out
The tales;
Of dread and grief in shades of blue
Heart's pale stained in hue

Oh life of mine
A mirage through my eyes
A mirage;
Of lilac skies covering dull days
Of whorls constricted in a hollow pit
With twists of turns
With each turn forms a tale anew

A tale unheard, uncanny
Screaming into the void
Only to deflect with the walls standing tall
Echoes remain
And they fall right back where they were
Forming a tale, yet again

Seasons come, seasons go
Winter whispers
Spring sings
Fall falls
Summer sulks
Soul sweeps
The petals and the leaves
The wind and the dust
All fall into the pit to rust
Incarnating a tale once more

That's how it benignness
The pain
An 'apparent segment of life'
If only it were
However, a ray
Projects from a point and never ends
I fathom,
The end of it would be with the end of me
The tales, the seasons, the pain
Are all a part of this catastrophe.

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