Dove In A Pigsty

A figure in one of the parallels,
Just another illusion – well crafted.
Like the stars that seem distant and at some levels,
The all combustible elements, that inside SELF – dwell collected.

To discover what is within is without,
The cure to doubt.
To die – To love,
To find in a pigsty, a dove.

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