Poem: Mystical Mood

You affect something within me, not in a twisted way.
One could describe it as the kind of wonder, wanting more.
I could fly as the mythical phoenix restoring its power.
The voice transporting me into a new wonderful.
 I will swim in the warm waters and take comfort in the sand.
Do not come around me in the state you are, they ask impolitely.
You are not ready to comfort the others.
The Sepulchre takes forever to find once the sun sets.
One could describe it as getting too close to the truth.
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