6th Harmony

sh the boxes inside that maze,

and bring to the surface the waves of the haze.

Freedom of the air, the wings of the butterfly,

they clasp the wisdom flying high in the sky.

With dignity and glory, I let my pride fly high,

along the seashores and the pebbles lie my cries,

For the tranquility, they impart, slowly in the air,

they won’t last long, as they are hard,

Reaching through that gold lit cave,

I see that rusted worn off the shadow.

The shadow I wished would follow me for the rest of my life,

because that is what I searched in those long lost files.