Revelation

The narrowing of my soul,
funnels within a black board,
chalking down the events,
in sequence,
reproducing the forgotten history,

now the raining has ended,
with each justified response,
it creates the internal weather,
which permeates the creator,

for what once seemed demeaning,
leaving the soul in a paradox,
the footsteps that are traced,
reveals the original face.

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