Distortion
I search between realities,
I travel along paths
I fight to find your essence,
lost.
The breeze beats hard,
the sea shakes.
I can't find you on the coasts,
the flower already withers.
I have searched between hillsides for time,
bauxite caverns.
Incessant labyrinths that are lost,
pedestals with cursed jewels.
Reality that disappears in a sigh,
voices that between roads has slept.
A world lost in time,
of the search only distortion remains.
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