The body grows suitably ,
individual to itself-
Adapting and knowing of the breath.
Yet hushed conscience lies
the soul hidden,
until death.
Our eyes are seasoned to the dark,
when light is torn away,
Concealing its coloration
adjusts ones vision
to a distorted glow of the day.
And so much mournful darkness
-those conceptions to the brain,
where external empty vessel,
stores perfect harmony within.
Vast as our capacity.
Mysterious as our reality.
This poem has been written with the ''Mysteries of the Universe'' in mind as per poetry competition that 
Details of which can be found here.I hope you all enjoy it & a big massive Thank you to my followers , I have now reached over 600! Thank you SO much xxx 💜
