Poetry: My Wabi-Sabi

I lived in a sciamachy,
Ever holding smiling scars;
Moira offered me a sky of daffodils,
Dimmed sunshine melted melancholy;
Guided I was into this euphoric darkness,
Pricky lies spun into comedic myths;
Unforgiving dark night of my soul,
Helplessly becomes my Wabi-sabi.
— My Wabi-sabi

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