Sanded sanctuary

So I shall let if flow
for I am being held reluctantly.
Intrigued to see how far it shall go,
at least one of us would wander freely.
Because we are the same, I shall rejoice
binded, I & loose it, are innately not unique.
With its fortune, who wouldn’t attach their choice?
After all, isn’t attaching a neat little trick?
Only strength differentiates, sanded is our sanctuary.
I shall exfoliate & turn into the one I envy.
Perhaps we make it to a better place,
my freest self shall happily choose not to folly.
Thus I shall let myself flow
for a part of me is being held undoubtedly.
Certain that there will be flowers and snow,
tale of every sanded sanctuary.

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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