Beauty and peace

the inner side of every soul.

Communicated across

the races, ages and time

none of us the same

but brimming over with

a variety of songs.

Fear must be in losing

identity

becoming nothing,

but noise in a cacophony.

Caging ourselves while

lying that we’re free.

We shape our minds

to become reflections of

what we think we should be

until soon we are all

reflections holding up mirrors

and echoes of echoes,

the noise resounding into noise

until no one is anyone

beauty and peace no more

we’ve lost identity

we’ve become a copy of

a copy of a copy of

a copy of a copy of

a copy

and we are no longe...

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