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Emerge From The Darkness
I watch their gait flowing with the sliver of me
Flowing like the wind, and I am the anemone
As I succumb to it with an unforeseen force.

Deep within the ravels of my petals
I hide the beauty of an unbeknownst kind
For unbeknown is the perception
Defined by prying eyes
For the world of perceptions;
Holds more power than beauty itself
For even a goldfield can be regarded as marsh.

Thereby I implore you, dear anemone,
Emerge from the darkness in which you grow
Unravel your petals to find liberty,
To the perception changing incessantly.

© Netra.

Many of us are guilty of changing ourselves for people we meet.