85. Enigmatic
You keep painting pictures, vivid and bright
But the whole world remains forever colorblind.
And after rummaging through layers,
I finally found you by the clues you have left behind.
Your true essence was always
hidden behind a veil;
Often misunderstood and misread,
Like a poem written ages ago.
And now that your appear more clear,
like when the sun lifts the hazy fog,
Is it possible for you to stay, rather than go?
~Rithin.
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