The abstract of the paradox

My mind is Deaf, yet the fantasy insist
That I speak of hope,
That cries unto my world,
To message the outside of the world,
That my words will sword with,
The peace that begets peace of love,
Because it needs to voice,
For what love is, and that love is,
For the Miracle and the universe,
To unlock all the wonderful things,
To come only for all the miracles,
Because of the knowledge of evil and good,
Has to come, to end, time for the,
The miracle, to begin the tale of a fairytale,
That lights all the lights,
That shines all the shines unto all shines,
How mysterious can it be like this,
To riddle of abstract of paradox,
The time to time of all heavens.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Published by This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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