Beneath veil of mortal haze,
Where shadows flicker
Thoughts give chase.
Dwelth a land,
Of perfect forms.
Timeless & untouched,
By storms.
No hand may build,
Nor an eye shalth see.
Yet all that is,
Might be driven
By thee.
End
Subject: This poetry explores the concept of platonic realm first proposed by Plato.
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